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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.

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