Ring of Ice
Around and round and round he goes,
with frosty beak and wrinkled toes,
within a ring of ice.
Each day the icy north wind blows
as the circle continues to close
within the ring of ice.
When winter came, the waters froze.
Around and round and round he goes
within the ring of ice.
With a quack and a flap he rose.
Did he fly south, do you suppose,
out of the ring of ice?
Lucky ducky, going south for the
winter, as we mid-westerners freeze
within the ring of ice.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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