The Lucky Duckling

One bright Easter Sunday
A father and son went for a walk
They heard some ducks along the way
T'was the momma duck and her flock

Further in the distance
Along a grassy marsh
The father with insistance
Called forth a duck to march

The little duck was amused
And thought it was a game
To a slow current he cruised
The father called out again...

Suddenly the duckling
Was caught in a stream
Even the father was struggling
And made a choice, it would seem

He turned to his family
And helped the mother out
Life resumed happily
Though this duckling was not about

The boy said, "We must save him!"
The father, too, agreed
It was not safe to swim
But he knew what they would need
 
They ran to the garage
Where the fishing gear was stored
The net they found was large...
They'd much and were never bored

By the stream, with one on each side,
They tossed this net back and forth
The baby duckling could not hide...
Cornered, into the net it clamored 

They made a race up the stream
To where the ducks had been
There along some reeds still green
A bit of yellow could be seen

They lowered the net just right
That the duckling could be found
They stayed back just out of sight
Not making a bit of sound

It was quite a reunion
The rescue was complete
And for that father and son
Not an Easter could compete

To do for another
What can't be done by one's self
Teaches of love like no other
And it feels good to be of help 

Never give up
When one has gone wayward
They can get unstuck
Like this once young stray bird 


Let your cries be heard
Share of how you feel
Have faith, in deed and word
Know the Lord is real