The Quacking Duckling's Pond

In fields of green, a pond so still, Reflected clouds with sunlit thrill. Lily pads like emerald crowns, Where whispers soft the wind bestows.

A duckling small, with downy fluff, Beside his Mother, strong and tough. He blinked his eyes, a curious peep, "Today," she quacked, "the waters keep A lesson waiting, clear and bright, For you to learn with all your might!"

He wobbled close, a tiny splash, Then dipped his toes with nervous dash. "Quack, quack!" he cried, a joyful sound, And paddled 'round and 'round and 'round.

Then, "Ribbit, ribbit!" from the shore, A chorus boomed, and wanting more. Green frogs appeared, with bulging eyes, "Welcome, duckling, to our prize! This pond's a place for fun and glee, Come join our games and splash with we!"

He chased the bugs with eager bill, And slid down leaves with happy thrill. He learned to dive, he learned to float, And sailed on reeds like tiny boat.

The Mother Duck, with gentle grace, Watched her duckling find his place. The frogs and duckling, friends so true, A happy pond family, shining through! The sun went down, a golden hue, Another perfect day was through.