3 White Ducks

Three ducks pecked around
In a garden one warm day
They wore beautiful coats
Of white feathers to display

They primped and they pampered
These coats of pure white
Their strutting and flapping
Created quite a sight

It was a lovely summer day
And they adored the warm sun
Just three little ducks
Searching for a bit of fun

But it grew hotter and hotter
Oh dear, it was warm
If they didn't find water
Could it do them some harm?

They might find a stream
Or a small pond would do
But when they could find none
They started to stew

Finally they came across
A child's small pool
They plopped in immediately
Their mom raised no fool

So my friend, please remember
If you feel something's amok
At your child's wading pool
You may find 3 white ducks!

by Marilyn Lott

Comments (56)

Beautiful ending to end a good poem: So my friend, please remember If you feel something's amok At your child's wading pool You may find 3 white ducks!
3 White Ducks is a beautiful poem.
i had a three-duck-stew just last week. DELICIOUS! ! ! favorite stanza: But it grew hotter and hotter Oh dear, it was warm If they didn't find water Could it do them some harm? ............................to MyPoemList. bri :)
Lovely poem.Nicely penned.Thanks forsharing.
One and a half years after my first encounter, I enjoyed reading this poem yet again. I like ducks and their white coats. Thanks. God Bless You.
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