The Swan Song Poem by Kaila George

Now I'm getting all fluffy for Bedtime Stories, this is how I see the Ugly Duckling in a Poem form, and I hope I do justice to the timeless classic by Hans Christian Anderson.

Do you remember?
The story of the
Ugly little bird
It was picked on
And trodden on because
Its plumage was plain

It grew up alone
Thinking it was
To clumsy to play
It watched with a tear
Alone and afraid

As winters and summers
Passed its lone life
It grew up with fear
And lived all alone
Accepting its life
It grew up that way
In the reeds of the marsh

But then one day
Hiding behind
The reeds of the marsh
It watched a swan land
In migration to pass

Graceful and pure
It bowed its handsome head
With grandeur and pride
He cocked his head held high
He swam to thro
To attract a new wife

And then just beyond
Behind the tall marsh reeds
He spotted the beauty
Alone and afraid

And it stopped in its wake
To bow its head
Just once more
At the confused ugly duckling
Behind the reeds of the mash

Taken by surprise
It cried in confusion of fear
Why do you mock me?
With your head so low
That only happens
When taking a wife

Said swan to the duckling
Its head still bowed low
Your beauty is wonder
Come now be my wife

Shaking its head
In cried in its rage
I am not a beauty
I cannot be your wife

Slowly it lifted
Its fine handsome head
Then said to the duckling
Look yonder my beauty
At your reflection ahead

Then looking at ripples
Where its teardrops fell
The ugly little duckling
Saw a swan instead

The handsome young swan
Once more bowed its head
I beseech thee my beauty
Be my wife, be my friend

Now a young swan
And duckling no more
It ruffled its feather
Its plumage snow white

Then bowing with tears
Her beauty so bright
Together they flew
As husband and wife