The Ugly Duckling (Radio Edit)

There once was an ugly duckling With feathers all stubby and brown And the other birds in so many words said "Quack, get out of town" Quack, get out, quack, quack Get out, quack, quack Get out of town And he went with a quack And a waddle and a quack In a flurry of eiderdown That poor little ugly duckling Went wandering far and near But at every place they said to his face Quack, get out of here "Quack, get out of here !" And he went with a quack, and a waddle, and a quack, and a very unhappy tear All through the wintertime, he hid himself away Ashamed to show his face, afraid of what others might say All through the winter in his lonely clump of wheat Till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed "You're a very fine swan indeed" "I'm not such an ugly duckling, no feathers all stubby and brown" For in fact these birds in so many words said quite the best in town Quite the best in town Not a quack, not a quack, not a waddle or a quack But a glide and a whistle and a snowy white bird And a head so noble and high