There was a funny duck there in that wood,
A source of mirth to all since childhood!
A duckling from the shell will
And madly dote upon first beast it spies,
Be it lion, bear, wolf, or bull, or monkey,
ape or dopey donkey!
Even to Homo sapien monster
The new-hatched chick will instantly transfer
Its love. Yes,
whether mouse, hound or heifer
It follows her forever as its mother!
This all is true and I can well present
and facts. But what astonishment!
This is a joke that made us laugh no end:
What mother did our chick misapprehend?
Of all the birds and beasts on earth, guess who? -
None other than our own caribou!
She who led circuits of
the frozen North
(Head the herd, manage, govern, guide) - henceforth
Would show the way (one smiled at her luck)
To a strange quacking son, a daffy duck.
He was harlequin to our jolly crew
In colors all fantastic. Patch of blue
Here on his wing, his head a brilliant green;
Legs all bright red, derriere aquamarine.
And yet for all this he could fly. "My birth,"
Quoth he, "was
odd, but the axis of the earth
I can determine, its magnetic field.
The sun, stars - all Nature's secrets yield
To my art. Near sixty miles an hour
I fly in migration. Such is my power."
Yes, for his skill
did we this duck acclaim,
And for his fun! And Oscar was his name.