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Quack.... Quack... Quack

The ducks are back,

Strolling round the Town.

The drakes a resplendent greeny- blue,

Their mates a dowdy brown.

I think Hunstanton should be proud

That these birds are not afraid

To walk our streets cheerful and loud -

Shame this trust is so betrayed.

For though they seem to make us glad,

And their presence does us good.

Am I odd to find it sad

That no one thinks to throw some food?

And what about the pigeons, starlings,

blackbirds, sparrows, gulls ?

Why are thy all starving while our waste bins are so full?

“In the bleak midwinter......” begins the Christmas hymn.

If you think it's bleak for us my friends,

Think what it's like for them.

Edward Wheatley