These ducks of rivers
Such on odd looking brood
Slapping wings of  silver
Those paddles are crude


Onward on water they trudge
Upward the river they budge

Heads of a warrior band
Bobbing in the wake
In an eddy between rock and sand
Lies a respite for goodness sake

Onward they struggle
as if a mighty tug
To get this lil'gaggle
Safe warm and snug