It honestly goes down as all the simple birds with a petulant beak
Never sated with his timorous eyes and moving to plea the kids who visit the stream.
What did they do to you, swan?
How can you be dependant on poor's stale when you have such a yield in fairy tales and this poem?
Go away, dishonour your feeder, peek in the kindergarten by the canal and do me the favour, to check if my daughter is well fed.
Swan, teach the babies ballet.
Cage our humanoids in the zoo in Fassnidge park and hit me in the face with peanuts.
Can I catch them? What do I live for?
You should reconsider your body weight, a white mass of plumes may discourage visitors.
Hazy between hugging or riding you, they abandon you.
You are bride in waiting … Our little ones are abandoners.
Kids and ducks catch worms nowadays.
The ducks quack, children choir says 'How are you, ducks?' and the ducks quack.
Without response you suffer solitude, swan, instead.
I strongly advise you to shock parents with words.
Tell them about nymphs at Bath
Tell of Englishmen with light-hearted sandals pacing atop snow
Tell when Albion was a peninsula, and swans were parachuted in a publicity stunt, to colonise the country with their purity.
With their purity.