To these words please listen close,
The fairytale's not true,
An ugly duckling you never were,
You're a swan who never flew,
For your wings of brilliant white,
Wild dogs have torn apart,
They sought and they succeeded,
In stalling your depart,
Too many years upon the ground,
It's not your natural place,
Amongst the bottom feeders,
Who lack your style, your grace,
But sometimes baby fate is kind,
Sometimes gods they care,
For here I am carrying love,
And tools for wing repair,
So if I can I'll mend your woes,
With string and superglue,
And when you spread your wings and fly,
I'll hitch a ride with you.