Mammy duck leaves the bank,
Baby ducks follow plop plop,
Daddy duck rear guard
Safe from the predators.
Sadly the little ones are
Easy pickings for the eels,
Grow little ones grow very fast,
Then you will be too big for the eels grasp.
Black swans arrive with six white little ones
At the spot where they all look for crumbs,
My poodle Beau goes close for a sniff
A black flying swan flies out, whoosh goes biff.
Beau scurries off with a really loud yelp
To run in between my legs for human help,
No more going near baby swans with daddy around
He will stick to spraying trees it’s safer he’s found.
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I would like to translate this poem
I like this tale! ! it's another duck stories from different mouth...it could be a nice to read this in the morning, so inspiring like a yound duck try to quack with more spirit and brave...what a happy duck family...go swim around to the pond together haha_Unwritten Soul