Wear a Tall Hat and a Tatooed Gown

Signets and swans on a lakeside terrain On bank for a pedestal high on the plain, Steeped on the side and I just can’t explain Why ducks who pretend they are swans once again. With tall hat and tails, with a promised disdain, For mimicking mute while the others maintain Through casually chic but with doubt ascertain What tattooed this fashion for it to remain. Where jealousy rides, it’s the colour of down Swans! White as perfect, to a duck’s dreary brown The order of things on the lake show the town, A fashion’s high stakes are a ducks tattooed gown. From silt at the bottom to weed all around A tall- hat and web-footed, clumsy old clown Has made itself noticed, who hasn’t a frown, And crowned itself champion from richly renown.