With fountain out in front,
Was where I saw 12 ducklings
And it wasn’t just a stunt.
For
yesterday, I saw a duck
Within the fountain’s pool,
A rare sight in the city,
Where most often pigeons rule.
Within the fountain’s pool,
A rare sight in the city,
Where most often pigeons rule.
She
must have been preparing
For her brand-new balls of fluff,
Now all lined up by the water,
Not a one quite brave enough.
For her brand-new balls of fluff,
Now all lined up by the water,
Not a one quite brave enough.
The
city has its wonders
And it perked me up to view,
On my morning walk, 12 ducklings
Huddled on York Avenue.
And it perked me up to view,
On my morning walk, 12 ducklings
Huddled on York Avenue.
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