Deal with what you’ve been dealt.
I cracked in the wrong nest …
where ev’ryone else quacks.
I simply do what I do best …
a honk, honk, honking … evermore.
My sound is not divine,
lacks sophistication.
‘Airs’ never catch my eye;
I prefer simplification--
go honk, honk, honking … evermore.
No chick with a small chirp,
I cock-a-doodle-do too.
When things seem out of place,
I can’t keep quiet. Can you
see me honk, honk, honking … e’ermore?
I was hatched different,
with difference succeed.
Who’s seeking perfection?
It is not what I need
to go honk, honk, honking … e’ermore.
Birds flock, noisily waddle
but do not gurgle bottles.
I’m non-migrating,
I lead … seldom follow
those quack, quack, quacking evermore.
When ev’ry one runs, fly;
when ev’ry one flies, run.
Repetitious things
are boring … let’s have fun
a honk, honk, honking … evermore.