Duck Wannabe

Did you hear about the chicken

Who wanted to be a duck?

You have to admit that the chicken

Had a great deal of pluck.

 

Scrutinizing her duck friends,

She sought out the best model,

But despite weeks of practice,

She still couldn’t waddle.

 

“This clucking,” she said, “won’t cut it.

I need to learn how to quack.”

But the only sounds she emitted

Were still not a “quack” but a “clack.”

 

“I prefer to eat duck food,”

She boasted, and with that

She gobbled up all she could

And ended up getting too fat.

 

“Ducks are good at flying,

So it makes perfect sense

For me to try it,” she said--

Barely reaching the fence.

 

“That’s it!” she finally exclaimed.

“For swimming ducks are renowned.”

So she dashed into the lake,

Flapped her wings, and drowned.

 

In sadness the ducks shook their heads.

Poor chicken--she just couldn’t see

THAT THINGS AREN’T NECESSARILY

ALL THEY’RE QUACKED UP TO BE.

 

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