A Sweetheart For Duck
(This is a children’s poem, ages 3-4, designed for a picture story book. )
The Duck flew down to the sea, he did
Hoping to find a mate;
But the wind came up
And the waves were rough
And the duck, he was too late.
The Duck flew into the town, he did,
And he waddled down the street.
The children clapped
And the pigeons flapped,
But no sweetheart did he meet.
The Duck flew into the woods, he did,
A true love he’d surely see;
The Squirrels chattered
And the Branches rattled,
But no ducks were in the trees.
The Duck went up to the fair, he did,
And lots of ducks he found.
But they were all behind
Big ribbons and signs
With people all around.
The Duck went home to the pond, he did,
It would be a lonely spring;
When what did he see
But a splendid she
Preening her satiny wing.
Spring and Summer were happy times,
The Ducks paddled on and on.
And ten little ducklings
Paddled behind
At home on the farmer’s pond.
Copyright © Karen Ruff | Year Posted 2014
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