Ten Ducklings
and Three Men


Tony Kahn, a Boston DJ, told of a story how a ducks loss of all her chicks led him to meet and bond with the rough people from quite literally the wrong side of the road.

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In the quietness of the evening
Towards the end of day,
A duck and ten ducklings
Slowly made their way
Towards a pond at the end of the road
Across a road of traffic lanes ten
Looked upon with amazement
By the DJ and his wife when
They walked by quacking
And to the DJ's surprise
Three ducking's fell into a grating
Before his very eyes
And the mother about turned so quick
Her lost young for to find
And lost the rest who walked again across the grating
As ducklings do, behind
Their mother, for where she walks
If safe they can be sure
But it seems somehow
This ducks judgment was poor!
And, oh, the panic of the mother duck
To see her young were gone
And looked for the danger around her
Who took her chicks, each one!
And finally seeing none
She let a wailing cry
The anguish of a grieving mother (duck!!!)
As she looked to the sky
The last bastion of danger
Of hawks and all their kind
Never of the sewer beneath her feet
Came upon her mind.
And the observing human
Said be must intervene
And save the chicks that were lost
That once behind her had been.
And three shadows with bloodshot eyes
With slowly shuffling feet
Reeking of cheap off-licence alcohol
Came from the flats across the street,
Yes, those men from those flats
From the other side
Men of no morals or character
Within those walls reside
And without much explanation
The grill from the street was praised
And one of those rough characters
Slid in to the sewer, in front of the duck, surprised
And one by one from the mire
Where the DJ and his friend did stand
Ducklings ten, so gingerly
Were found and freed by hand
And as if it were the most natural thing in the world
On seeing all were fine
Mother duck walked down the road
Her ducklings ten, in line.
And neighbors who before were strangers
One who thought the other two were scum and tough
Looked at each other as humans
And the look was enough
One said as they walked away
"I love animals, you see"
And the rich man the DJ
Saw that they were the same as he.
So the next time you see rough people
And at them you look frown
Ask yourself, would you climb into a sewer
If ten ducklings fell down?

 

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