In a pond far away, where the lilies do play,
Lived a baby swan, so fluffy and gay.
With feathers so white, like a cloud in the sky,
This little cygnet caught every eye.

His beak was so tiny, his feet paddle-pat,
As he followed his mama, just like that!
Quacking with glee, in his own little way,
He danced on the water, every single day.

With each little waddle, he’d make a new friend,
From turtles to frogs, their fun had no end.
They’d splash and they’d giggle, oh what a sight,
As the baby swan glided in the moon’s soft light.

But one day, oh dear, disaster did brew,
For a hawk swooped down, with a hunger so true.
But fear not, dear friends, for our baby swan,
Spread his wings wide, and bravely he shone.

With a honk and a flap, he rose to the sky,
And chased that old hawk, saying “Goodbye!”
Back to the pond, our hero returned,
With feathers unruffled, and lessons learned.

So here’s to the baby swan, bold and bright,
In the world of adventure, he takes flight.
With courage and love, he’ll always prevail,
In the wonderful world of pond and tale!