Mother Duck Moira
Mother duck Moira
Had her eggs in the nest
She sat on the incubate
Mother duck was stressed
All her eggs had passed their expiry date
She was told by midwife Stace
Still Moira sat on her eggs
She was going to nourish her hatchlings
With fresh fish and bread
Let's have our chicks and forget the rest
We are time pressed
Said daddy duck
We need to fly away
Daddy Duck was stressed
The duck pond had no more fish
The humans gave them no bread
The time was a ticking bomb
Or else they would be skin and bones.
Mother Duck had three more days left
On the incubate
Then they would fly away
With their new hatchlings
Tracing the route of yesterdays
So she sat and sat
On her eggs
In her eyes, she had no more tears left;
Her stomach empty of fish and bread
Midwife Stace had paid a visit to Moira in the morn
Give your eggs up and fly the nest
This sitting is futile.
Said she again.
Mother duck Moira
Pushed Stace away
And sat on her eggs.
Three days passed
She had three skinny hatchlings
Of the hue of duck eggs.
So they flew away
Mother Duck, Daddy Duck and the hatchlings
To a new pond full of fish and bread.
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