Swans

by Isabella Chippendale aged 7

There was a swan upon the river Avon.
Her feathers were as white as snow.
She had four cygnets, they followed her in a row.
Along came a little girl, her hair was as gold as the sun.
She had lots of bread, so the cygnets fed and fed.
She fed them every day, throughout the month of May.

As the seasons passed their feathers changed grey to white.
The little girl exclaimed one day “Oh! What a beautiful sight!”
But now fully grown, it was time to find a new home.
So sad was the little girl as she waved them goodbye, a little tear in her eye.
“Rest easy, more cygnets will soon arrive, they too will need love and bread,”
the little girl’s mummy said.

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