The Duck
You can’t be a swan if you’re only a duck
So there’s no point in looking so sad
But look on the bright side if you are a duck,
Then a sore throat won’t be half so bad.
And even a duck can swim all day long
The chubbiest duck still can fly
So who really cares if they can’t be a swan
There’s plenty of room in the sky.
Oh I Wish I Could Sing
I do not yearn to be famous
Nor for riches a windfall might bring
I’ve no need for anything more than I have,
But oh how I wish I could sing.
I don’t mean the sound like 3 strangled cats
As I dash round the house with a broom
Or the cracked tuneless shriek as I hit a high note
That rattles the walls of each room.
No, I want to sing like an angel
With a sweet voice that reaches the sky
And people will stop, just to listen
Enraptured, a tear in their eye.
Ah but this is unlikely to happen
As a child I was never that great
At singing, the best I could hope for
Was the wail of a rusty old gate :o)
Missing Him
Caught on a wave of passion
Cloaked in a lover’s mist
Seems that before I met him
My soul had never been kissed.
Tossed by a sea of longing
On to desire’s shore
Wish he was here with me tonight
Never to part anymore.