To look at a duck, there are some things you will see. They have webbed feet, and a bill for a beak. The boys are colorful – the girls are drab, They fly to the south when the weather turns bad. There’s birds who feed on the shallow ponds. We call them dabbling ducks. Their heads go down and their tails go up, Eating roots and bugs in the marshy muck. There’s never any water on a ducks back. There’s the kind of birds we call diving ducks, They dive for fish to eat. They swim underwater with their wings and feet, Then pop up with a fishy treat.

Foster Brown