There once was an ugly duckling
Who was ugly as ugly could be
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Quack Get Out
Quack Quack Get Out
Quack Quack Get Out of Town
So he went with a quack and a waddle and a ? and sailed right out of town...
If you haven't guessed its about the ugly duckling who turns into a swan...please help!
2006-10-23 09:14:44 · 15 answers · asked by Anonymous in Pregnancy & Parenting ➔ Toddler & Preschooler
Its from the film about Hans Christian Anderson
There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds said in so many words
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
But at every place they said to his face
Now 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!
A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on!
And he said yes, 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
I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee!
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!
Not I!
2006-10-23 09:16:45 · answer #1 · answered by daisymay 5 · 9⤊ 0⤋
There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds said in so many words
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
But at every place they said to his face
Now 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!
A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on!
And he said yes, 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
I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee!
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!
Not I!
2006-10-23 21:42:46 · answer #2 · answered by mummy to 3 miracles 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I can do it as well Yeah!
There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds said in so many words
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
But at every place they said to his face
Now 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!
A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on!
And he said yes, 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
I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee!
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!
Not I!
2006-10-23 09:33:35 · answer #3 · answered by Ley 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Look - we can all cut and paste - lol xx
There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds said in so many words
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
But at every place they said to his face
Now 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!
A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on!
And he said yes, 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
I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee!
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!
Not I!
2006-10-23 09:29:49 · answer #4 · answered by Janice E 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds said in so many words
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
But at every place they said to his face
Now 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!
A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on!
And he said yes, 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
I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee!
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!
Not I!
2006-10-23 09:18:52 · answer #5 · answered by ♫ 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Sung by Danny Kaye in the Hans Christian Anderson film made in 1952 (love that film):
There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds said in so many words
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
But at every place they said to his face
Now 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!
A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on!
And he said yes, 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
I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee!
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!
Not I!
2006-10-23 09:17:50 · answer #6 · answered by cathedralkat 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds said in so many words
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
But at every place they said to his face
Now 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!
A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on!
And he said yes, 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
I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee!
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!
Not I!
2006-10-23 09:17:22 · answer #7 · answered by nitpicker 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
sorry not an answer to get best answer. i cant cut and paste!. and why would anyone want to know? because we've got kids who we love and well do anything anywhere to find out the answer to a question we need answering so they get the answer. I'm impressed who ever knew it first knew it. i was 3/4 last time i sang it. now i know it for my daughter when needed. ta.
2006-10-23 11:52:10 · answer #8 · answered by mole 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
This replaced into from the movie Thelma and Louise. it is not a pair of particular man or woman, yet with reference to the existence wish of a lonely suburban female who felt that she replaced into no longer favored. The words of the music are as shop on with: " The morning solar touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan In a white suburban mattress room in a white suburban city As she lay there ‘neath the covers dreaming of one thousand fans till ultimately the international grew to become to orange and the room went spinning around on the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d by no potential experience via Paris in a activities motor vehicle with the warmth wind in her hair So she permit the telephone shop ringing and he or she sat there softly making a music Little nursery rhymes she’d memorised in her daddy’s consumer-friendly chair Her husband, he’s off to artwork and the youngsters are off to college And there are, oh, fairly some procedures for her to spend the day She ought to scrub the homestead for hours or rearrange the vegetation Or run bare for the period of the shady highway screaming each of ways on the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d by no potential experience via Paris in a activities motor vehicle with the warmth wind in her hair So she permit the telephone shop ringing as she sat there softly making a music exceedingly nursery rhymes she’d memorised in her daddy’s consumer-friendly chair The evening solar touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan on the roof authentic the place she climbed while all of the laughter grew too loud and he or she bowed and curtsied to the guy who reached and provided her his hand And he led her right down to the long white motor vehicle that waited previous the gang on the age of thirty-seven she knew she’d got here upon perpetually As she rode alongside via Paris with the warmth wind in her hair"
2016-10-02 21:16:06 · answer #9 · answered by lavinia 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
and the other birds in so many words said
2006-10-24 21:49:24 · answer #10 · answered by claire m 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋