I’m graceful on silvery waves.
My eyes glint a colourless fire.
When I’m near my cygnet behaves
And addresses my husband as Sire.
It’s the hens and the geese and the drakes
Who make the most dreadful mistakes,
But this royal bird utters no word.
She shimmers on icy cold lakes.
Oh I’m graceful on the blue air.
I rival the clouds,I’m so fair.
I have enormous webbed feet.
I don’t walk on the street.
I’m a swan; I have to take care.
Yes I’m graceful. I glide so serene.
My plumage is snowy and clean.
I have a curved neck.
I don’t merely peck,
But reach for your gift