Brave orphan ducklings meandering the tarn alone,
Avoid the cunning foxes and the cats perched on the stone
While scavenging the forest for snails, and weeds and grain
Take care behind the shadows and Beware of La Tremaine!
The Black Swan’s song’s seductive, it will draw you near
It will touch you deeply, it will reach beyond your fear
Her arms will spread wide open, to embrace you at her breast
Then she’ll clip your wings off, and entrap you in her nest
You’ll see the scabby patches beneath those raven wings
Her claws will stroke your belly while her fanged beak wags, hissing
She’ll flatter your young coat, sweet-talk you, and cajole
Then she’ll shave your hide off to fill her balding holes
The beast will swear protection from fisher cats and bears
Then she’ll trade your innocence for stones and badger hairs
This demon thing will strip you of what little pride you own
Then toss you back to whence you came, naked and alone
I swear my plucky ducklings, you’re stronger than you know
Solitude is no nemesis, it is armor, arrow, and bow
No matter how you yearn for tender, kind domain
Never be misled to the likes of La Tremaine!
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