Dump ducks, a sad sight to see They waddle and woe, in a garbage heap Their feathers are ruffled, their eyes dull and gray They’ve lost their way, it’s a sorry display
Once proud and majestic, they took to the sky But now they’re stuck, in this garbage pile high They search for scraps, to get through the day Dump ducks, it’s a miserable way
But perhaps one day, they’ll break free And fly again, so wild and carefree They’ll leave the dump, and find a new home Dump ducks, they’ll never roam alone
James Sixassion 