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The Fable of the Ducks and Hens
THE FABLE OF THE DUCKS AND HENS
by George Lincoln Rockwell
Many, many years ago,
When animals could speak.
A wondrous thing the ducks befell,
Their tale is quite unique.
Down by a pond dwelt all these ducks,
Ten thousand at the least.
Their duckish joys were undisturbed
By any man or any beast.
One day down near the entrance gate,
There was an awful din.
A hundred hens all out of breath
Were begging to come in.
Oh let us in! these poor birds cried,
Before we do expire!
Tis only by the merest inch
That we escaped the fire!
Their feathers burned, their combs a droop,
They were the saddest sight.
They’d run a hundred miles or more,
All day and then all night.
Come, come in! the ducks all quacked,
For you our hearts do bleed!
We’ll share our happy lot with you,
Just tell us what you need!
And so these poor bedraggled hens
Amongst the ducks moved in.
For, after all, the ducks declared,
We’re sisters ‘neath the skin.
Before too many months had passed,
The hens were good as new.
They sent for all their rooster friends,
And these were welcomed too.
To please their host, these chickens tried
To waddle and to quack.
To simulate the duckish ways
They quickly learned the knack.
This pleased the flock of ducks because
It gratified their pride.
....But hear my tale and learn how they
Got taken for a ride.
The ducks, it seemed, spent all their time
In fixing up their place,
In growing food and building homes
And cleaning every space.
They asked the hens what they would do
To earn their daily bread.
We’ll teach and write and entertain,