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There once was an ugly duckling |
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With feathers all stubby and brown |
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And the other birds said in so many words |
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Get out of town |
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Get out, get out, get out of town |
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And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack |
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In a flurry of eiderdown |
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That poor little ugly duckling |
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Went wandering far and near |
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But at every place they said to his face |
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Now get out, get out, get out of here |
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And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack |
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And a very unhappy tear |
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All through the wintertime he hid himself away |
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Ashamed to show his face, afraid of what others might say |
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All through the winter in his lonely clump of wheat |
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Till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed |
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You're a very fine swan indeed! |
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A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on! |
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And he said yes, you're a swan |
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Take a look at yourself in the lake and you'll see |
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And he looked, and he saw, and he said |
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I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee! |
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I'm not such an ugly duckling |
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No feathers all stubby and brown |
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For in fact these birds in so many words said |
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The best in town, the best, the best |
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The best in town |
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Not a quack, not a quack, not a waddle or a quack |
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But a glide and a whistle and a snowy white back |
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And a head so noble and high |
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Say who's an ugly duckling? |
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Not I! |
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Not I! |
