Sitting Duck

Short poem to be read to children under 6yo.

Sitting by the local pond,
Under willows, of which I'm fond.
Tearing grass just for the scent,
And rearranging leaves been spent.

Chasing moth and butterfly.
That's a sparrow that I spy;
Touch it quickly, velvet soft,
It does a dance then springs aloft.

Ducks come for my finger snacks.
"Please don't run for I have stacks!".
Look how hungry they must be,
To quack and peck in such frenzy.

When homewards bound a duck attacks,
It leaves me bumways -- stains on slacks.
Why it fought I could not guess,
I fed and loved it more or less.

Then hurry home to tell the others,
Of that bird what blight their brothers.
Of a duck as fierce as swine,
This day a duck had crossed the line.

So seated, round the dinning table
We'll choose to end a little fable.
What do we eat with mustard sauce?
We eat delinquent duck of course.