Seria poetycka; ISSN 1176-7545; rok VIII; No 1619
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The ducks wander round the yard,
Bare-foot all – that’s very hard!
And bare-bottomed – if you said it,
None such poverty would credit!
Just a waistcoat, or a vest,
Would make ducks feel better dressed,
For their feet some boots laced up,
For their heads at least a cap!
For it’s winter now, you know,
On the frozen ground deep snow.
To the tailor went the ducks:
"Make us please some vests and slacks,
As we are, we’ll surely freeze,
Madam, take our order please.
Do not make the vests too Russian,
All must be in duckish fashion,
Here a flounce, and there a border,
Fit for ducks must be this order,
Warsaw styles give us pleasure.
Would you please now take our measure".
Then to King Street trudged the ducks,
To the shoe salon made tracks,
And the first duck said: "Quack-quack,
Make us shoes which now we lack,
Little shapely boots, to suit
Every little ducky foot,
They must firmly fit, we ask,
And each held with modish clasp".
Said the man: "No ‘but’ or ‘if’
They’ll be ready in a jiff’.
And, next day, the ducks came quacking
To the tailor for their jackets;
Then to Salon of Foot Fashion –
And got in a dreadful passion!
The shoes cost a Hundred Four,
And the tailor even more,
"Without money, my dear ladies,
You might get a drink in Hades,
Ask here anyone at all,
They will tell you this is so".
Ducks quack, clatter, argue, chatter:
"Money’s not a ducky matter,
None of us possesses money,
For our eggs we don’t get any".
But the shopmen only glared,
And repeated, word for word,
As before: "You can stop fussing,
Without money, you get nothing".
And that’s why the race of ducks
Is not wearing vests or slacks,
Though the winter’s so severe,
Freezing cold, and snow is here.
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