Behind our house there is a pond, there are three pretty ducks aswimming there
Two are black and one is white...

Old French folk song

A very good wind
a very fine wind
blows across the water,
and the ages
A story tragic
sung in a merry tune
It was truly an ill wind
that came to take
life and breath
But we sing happily of
the fateful day
When a prince rode by
and stole the life
of a pretty white duck 
The cheery notes
hide the bloody truth
and those who
cannot understand the words
clap and sing along
with those whose
hearts break
for the pretty white duck 
  
copyright 2004 by D.A. Chadwick