The New Duckling

 by Alfred Noyes
"I want to be new," said the duckling.
"Oho!" said the wise old owl,
While the guinea hen cluttered off chuckling
To tell all the rest of the fowl.
"I should like a more elegant figure,"
That child of a duck went on.
"I should like to grow bigger and bigger,
Until I could swallow a swan.
"I won't be the bondslave of habit,
I won't have these webs on my toes.
I want to run around like a rabbit
A rabbit as red as a rose."
"I don't want to waddle like mother,
Or quack like my silly old dad.
I want to be utterly other,
And frightfully modern and mad."
"Do you know," said the turkey, "you're quacking!
There's a fox creeping up thro' the rye;
And if you're not utterly lacking,
You'll make for that duck pond. Good-by!"
But the duckling was perky as perky,
"Take care of your stuffing!" he called.
(This was horribly rude to a turkey!)
"But you aren't a real turkey," he bawled.
"You'r an early-Victorian sparrow!
A fox is more fun than a sheep!
I shall show that my mind is not narrow
And give him my feathers to keep."
Now the curious end of this fable,
So far as the rest ascertained,
Though they searched from the barn to the stable,
Was that only his feathers remained.
So he wasn't a bondslave to habit,
And he didn't have webs on his toes;
And perhaps he runs round like a rabbit,
A rabbit as red as a rose.