Bernard Cribbins

there once was an ugly duckling,
with feathers all stubby and brown,
and the other birds in so many words said quack get out of town,
quack get out, quack quack get out,
quack quack get out of town,
and he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack in a flurry of idor down.

that poor little ugly duckling went wandering far and near,
but at every place they said to his face now, quack get out of here.
quack get out, quack quack get out quack quack get out of here.
and he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack and a very unhappy tear.

all through the winter time he hid himself away,
ashamed to show his face,
afraid of what others might say.

all through the winter in his lonely clump of weeds,
'till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed,
your a very fine swan indeed.

a swan? me a swan?

and they said"yes your a swan. take a look at yourself in the lake and you'll see."

he looked and he saw and he said "why it's me. i am a swan! WEEEEEEEE! i'm not such an ugly duckling,
no feathers all stubby and brown, for in fact these birds in so many words said: quack the best in town, quack the best, quack quack the best, quack quack the best in town.

not a quack not a quack not a waddle or a quack,
but a glide and a whistle and a snowy white back. and a head so noble and high.

say who's an ugly duckling? not i!

not i!