When I was two,
I had a friend,
who always met me at the river’s end.
Quack quack!
Her yellow feathers brightened my days,
they were like the sun’s rays. Quack Quack!
Her feathers soon changed to a pretty white.
They were beautiful and bright.
Quack quack!
She has little orange and yellow webbed feet, that waddled all the way down the street.
Quack quack!
She’d come to the porch to share a snack, and she’d always give a big
Quack, quack!