Like father like son
Not flesh nor fish nor bone
A red rag hangs from an open mouth
Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle
A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go
All the King`s horses and all the King`s men
Could never put a smile on that face
He`s a sly one, he`s a shy one
Wouldn`t you be too
Scared to be left all on this own
Hasn`t a, hasn`t a friend to play with the Ugly Duckling
The pressure on, the bubble will burst before our eyes
All the while in perfect time
His tears are falling on the ground
