ILL-ADVISED
ADVISER
by
Henry Wright
“It’s
good to eat,” observed the duck,
While
seeking grass to munch,
“Whatever
could we do instead
When
time comes round for lunch?”
The
dandelion with mournful look,
Replied
a bit put out,
“I
see your point, I do indeed,
But
I can’t move about”.
The
duck was taken by surprise
To
hear a flower speak,
The
place where one expects a mouth
Were
petals but no beak.
“You
won’t grow up a healthy duck”,
The
weed went on to say,
“Unless
you have your vitamins
And
minerals each day”.
The
duck was piqued to think a plant
As
lowly as a weed,
Presumed
to give advice to her
On
what she ought to feed.
“What
use are you?” she cried enraged,
“Stuck
always in one spot?
You
cannot fly or walk or swim
And
talk such tommyrot”.
“I
landed here by parachute,”
The
weed replied with heat,
“And
ever since produced the food
That
you should daily eat”.
“Forgive
me for my hasty words,”
The
duck replied contrite,
“I’ll
follow your advice at once
Because
I’m sure you’re right.
“I’m
sorry we must part this way
So
that I may survive”.
With
that she opened wide her beak
And
ate the weed alive.
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