There once was an ugly duckling   With feathers all stubby and brown   And the other birds in so many words said   Get out of town, get out, get out, get out of town      And he went with a quack   And a waddle and a quack   In a flurry of eiderdown      That poor little ugly duckling   Went wandering far and near   And at every place they said to his face   Now get out of here, get out, get out, get out of here      And he went with a quack   And a waddle and a quack   And a very unhappy tear      All through the wintertime he hid himself away   Ashamed to show his face, afraid of what others might say   All through the winter in his lonely clump of wheat   Till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed      You?re a very fine swan indeed   Swan? Me, a swan? Go on, you?re a swan   Take a look at yourself in the lake and you?ll see   And he looked and he saw and he said   It's me, I am a swan, whee      I?m not such an ugly duckling   No feathers all stubby and brown   For in fact these birds in so many words said   The best in town, the best, the best, the best in town      Not a quack, not a quack   Not a waddle or a quack   But a glide and a whistle   And a snowy white back      And a head so noble and high   Say, "Who?s an ugly duckling?" Not I