Two white swans on a cool rippling lake,
Of all the creatures in the park, the only two awake.
Two white swans on a dark summer's night,
Proud of being swans and very proud of being white.
"Aren't you pleased with what you are?" said one swan to the other.
"Most certainly I am," replied the second to his brother,
"For we are very beautiful," he said, "So very fine.
I think that all the beauty in the world is yours and mine."
Two white swans sitting on the water still,
Not thinking of the dark, nor thinking of the chill.
Two white swans awake, although the hour is late,
Happy with themselves and very happy with their fate.
"Thank goodness we are white swans", said one swan to the other.
"We are so beautiful," replied the second to his brother.
The two white swans are always sitting there alone,
I often see the other creatures leave them on their own.
And I can almost hear the other park folk think aloud
"We'd play with swans so beautiful, but not with swans so proud."
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