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

But 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

′Til 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 they 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

"Why, 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!

Not I!