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
But at ev'ry 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 weed
'Till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed
"You're a very fine swan indeed!"
"Swan? Me a swan? Aw, go on!"
"You're a swan!
Take a look at yourself in the lake and you'll see!"
And he looked and he saw, and he said, "Why it's me!
I am a swan! Whee!"

I'm not such an ugly duckling
No feathers all stubby and brown
For in fact, these birds, in so many words, said
"Tsk!* the best in town!
Tsk,* the best, Tsk,* Tsk,* the best Tsk.* Tsk,* 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, who's an ugly duckling? Not I!"
(Whistle)