Brave Little Duck

Down by the river where the reeds grow tall, Lived a little duck who would outshine them all. Feathers bright, with a heart so true, Through storm and shadow, away he flew.

Oh, waddle and quack, hear the water splash, Braving the world in a daring dash. No fear in his eyes, no step too slow, The little duck marches where the strong won’t go.

The fox lay waiting in the moon’s cold light, But the duck stood firm, ready for the fight. With a flap and a dive, he tricked them all, A hero so tiny, yet standing tall.

Oh, waddle and quack, hear the water splash, Braving the world in a daring dash. No fear in his eyes, no step too slow, The little duck marches where the strong won’t go.

Through the rapids, through the rain, Never turning back again. Feathers wet but spirit high, He spread his wings and touched the sky.

Oh, waddle and quack, hear the water splash, Braving the world in a daring dash. No fear in his eyes, no step too slow, The little duck marches where the strong won’t go.

So if you ever feel too small, Remember the duck who faced it all. With courage bright and wings spread wide, He swam, he soared, and turned the tide.