Egg running slowly down on my face
Being silly is not glorious
But joy fills my heart
I want to share
The black Swanee
Came back in company
With seven fluffy grey cygnets
The so called imperious Swany
Never far behind is a proud parent
The pen and the cob
Brought us their brood to see
As soon as a water hen approaches
The cygnets move in as one
Between the eager protection
Of the long necks and fierce wings
At first except for their size
Nothing distinguished the cygnets as such
But after two weeks the distinctive neck
Is surely growing and one cannot call them
Ugly ducklings any longer.
L.C. Bailliet
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