The Ugly Duckling

There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds in so many words said
Get out of town, get out, get out, get out of town

And he went with a quack
And a waddle and a quack
In a flurry of eiderdown

That poor little ugly duckling
Went wandering far and near
And at every place they said to his face
Now get out of here, get out, get out, get out of here

And he went with a quack
And a waddle and a quack
And a very unhappy tear

All through the wintertime he hid himself away
Ashamed to show his face, afraid of what others might say
All through the winter in his lonely clump of wheat
Till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed

Youre a very fine swan indeed
Swan? Me, a swan? Go on, youre a swan
Take a look at yourself in the lake and youll see
And he looked and he saw and he said
It's me, I am a swan, whee

Im not such an ugly duckling
No feathers all stubby and brown
For in fact these birds in so many words said
The best in town, the best, the best, the best in town

Not a quack, not a quack
Not a waddle or a quack
But a glide and a whistle
And a snowy white back

And a head so noble and high
Say, "Whos an ugly duckling?" Not I