Mama goose stared

at the odd-looking egg

plain, white and small

Which end was its head?

 

It hatched early on

when the mist was still dew

a sight to behold,

something was askew.

 

With feathers of yellow,

Fuzzed with a puff,

the little one blinked

And quacked with a huff

 

What did we have here?

Such an odd little goose

Jumpy and fast,

A face wide and confused

 

The sun had now come

and the other chicks hatched

they stared at their brother

and started to laugh

 

Little one felt lost,

his family was mean.

Would their taunts ever end

Just like a bad dream?

 

But the seasons went on

Heat, wind and snow.

When mama pushed him away,

it was time to go

 

Hungry and cold,

Alone and afraid,

Little goose thought,

“I should have stayed”

 

Down by the pond

in search of some seed.

He heard some odd sounds

A quack, and a peep

 

Pull back the reeds

And what do you know?

This flock had features

Much like his own

 

“Hello there young one

Where have you been?

We’ve been looking for years.

Come close, join in”

 

“That sounds real swell

First answer me this:

Why do we speak

With an odd sounding lisp ?”

 

“It’s in our nature

Of freedom and flight

Of playing with our own rules

You’re a duck alright !”