The Ugly Duckling

There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds said; in so many words,
"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 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

You're a very fine swan indeed!
A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on!
And he said; "yes, 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;
"I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee!
I'm 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 who's an ugly duckling?
Not I!
Not I!