Don't, little duckies! Why are you fighting? Sweet little ducky family. Look so lovely with your slicked back feathers, look so cute sticking up out of the water on your hind parts. Clean that plumage! Sweet little ducky family. Your children though, those ducklings, well they don't seem that small. Maybe that's why the noise, the fighting, the show, the flapping your wings sticking out of the water on your hind parts. Why, you're probably a bunch of teenagers, thirteen, seventh graders, the worst sort of duckies. Flying at each other, skidding across six feet of water. Some attack? Splashing? Why does one of you need to be the bigger ducky? You're both the same size!
There's two dozen of you duckies. That's no family, that's a regular society. You got yourselves a community, duckies. How's that make you feel? I bet it feels good. Swimming and quacking and standing in the mud. It looks real pleasant, to be among your own, to congregate and have a place.
Uh-oh, look out for these three swans! What will they do? No, they're much too important. Much too beautiful, swannies, far too majestic, cannot be bothered with the commonness of a commune of duckies. Ain't it always so?
There's one seagull in the bunch. You're gonna be found out, gully! Get out while you still can! But I suppose he's just looking for a friend. He's just looking for his place. And he's looking for it amongst a bunch of ducks, because he doesn't know any better. Ain't it always so.
And here's this lone squirrel. And he's just staring at me, sitting there, wanting to know if I have any food. Wanting maybe to be my friend. Wondering, What's he all about? When I know, squirrely, I'll tell you. I'll tell you.
Those duckies, they're having the time of their life. It's a good thing to see.
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