I know a little Ducky
He likes to have fun and play,
Though he doesn’t quack like any other
But in a higher pitch instead,
He looks a little too yellow
And his beak a little too orange,
But that doesn’t bother him
For he is unique unlike the others,
Most of the time he has so much fun
Because he plays with bubbles all day long,
And a running waterfall at the very end
Pushing all the bubbles his way
Though he doesn’t know
Where the blue water goes,
At the end of the day
When the sun goes down,
With all the bubbles popped
There is not one in sight no more,
And the waterfall has stopped
He still keeps a small smile on his face,
As he gets put back on his shelf
With all the other toys,
Knowing there will be another day
He can have more fun and play
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
I know a little Ducky
He likes to have fun and play,
Though he doesn’t quack like any other
But in a higher pitch instead,
He looks a little too yellow
And his beak a little too orange,
But that doesn’t bother him
For he is unique unlike the others,
Most of the time he has so much fun
Because he plays with bubbles all day long,
And a running waterfall at the very end
Pushing all the bubbles his way
Though he doesn’t know
Where the blue water goes,
At the end of the day
When the sun goes down,
With all the bubbles popped
There is not one in sight no more,
And the waterfall has stopped
He still keeps a small smile on his face,
As he gets put back on his shelf
With all the other toys,
Knowing there will be another day
He can have more fun and play
