In response to Marc Weinberg's interpretation of the "unlucky duck" who paced for an hour alongside a pond, Jean Bryant has a different viewpoint.
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| Unlucky duck - photo by Marc Weinberg |
In all probability she is not some fly-by-night but is calmly and devotedly sitting on the nest waiting for those eggs to open. He, however, is footloose and fancy free.
But Jean does offer a sympathetic poem for the unlucky duck.
My ducky dear I am so blue
So is the water where are you
I lingered long I had a whim
Would you please join me in a swim?
Yes it is cold and very dreary
But seeing YOU would make me cheery
It's blustery and rainy here
Our love would warm us do not fear
You stood me up I had to fly
I hope there's not some other guy
Who now has made your heart to fill
I have a hunch his name is Bill
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