On the Center Island embankment Mother Mallard sits on her eggs 24-29 days One hour twice a day in the sunshine,rays She must leaves her eggs unprotected Starvation never realizes the unexpected
Mrs. Fiddle and Mr. Faddle Had eight eggs under their care Predation, Herons claimed seven there A perfect duckling name Little Paddle The only Duckling to survive
Fluffy, healthy, strong Full of energy alive Fiddle and Faddle guarded Little Paddle From dillydallying around For a wild Little Paddle Mischief can easily be found
All mallard ducks pair off The same way Pecking order, preservation at play Mother Mallards sit distant from the flock Mrs.Fiddle Mr. Faddle and Little Paddle Animal instincts stay distant from the dock
One fine day A mishap dismay Wiggle and waddle they progressed Refreshed, Digressed and obsessed They search for their missing Little Paddle
Under a Elderly Mother Mallard’s wing A small Beak seen it’s the cutest little thing Out pops Little Paddle squeaking and squawking “ here I am”
Fiddle and Faddle tired of worry walking Mrs. Fiddle pitched a fit, spit and Spatial A plangent tangent, of loss, of pain But for a Little Paddle it was just a game
Harmoniously Honking all is right as rain Mrs. Fiddle and Mr. Faddle Have a heck of a time gripping the rattle The parenting reins in the saddle
Growing quickly with giggles and gaggles The adventures of Little Paddle
BLT Webster’s Word of the Day Plangent Such a sound that describes a loud, deep expressive of sadness or suffering