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On little duckling feet he walks,
Lurching and swaying to the rhythm of his feet.
Falling and stumbling over his feet so clumsy
Until, at last he finds his notch
He glides out, fluid and graceful
His body slips through the water with scarce a ripple
No trace there is
Of a clumsy little baby
On little duckling feet walking
Lurching and swaying to the rhythm of his feet.

copyright 1997 Kendra Morris