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|Sourcetext=by [[George Lincoln Rockwell]] first published in 1951.
|Text='''''The Fable of the Ducks and the Hens'''''
:by [[George Lincoln Rockwell]]

Many, many years ago 
When animals could speak, 
A wondrous thing the ducks befell; 
Their tale is quite unique. 

Down by a pond dwelt all these ducks 
Ten thousand at the least 
Their duckish joys were undisturbed 
By any man or beast. 

One day down near the entrance gate 
There was an awful din 
A hundred hens all out of breath 
Were begging to come in. 
"Oh let us in" these poor birds cried 
"Before we do expire! 
'Tis only by the merest inch 
That we escaped the fire!" 

Their feathers burned, their combs adroop 
They were the saddest sight. 
They'd run a hundred miles or more, 
All day and then all night. 

"Come in! Come in!" the ducks all quacked, 
"For you our hearts do bleed! 
We'll share our happy lot with you; 
Just tell us what you need!" 

And so these poor bedraggled hens 
Amongst the ducks moved in. 
"For after all," the ducks declared, 
"We're sisters 'neath the skin." 

Before too many months had lapsed, 
The hens were good as new. 
They sent for all their rooster friends, 
And those were welcomed too. 

To please their hosts, these chickens tried 
To waddle and to quack. 
To imitate the duckish ways, 
They quickly learned the knack. 

This pleased the flock of ducks because 
It gratified their pride. 
But hear my tale and learn how they 
Got taken for a ride. 

The ducks, it seemed, spent all their time 
In fixing up the place, 
In growing food and building homes 
And cleaning every space. 

They asked the hens what they would do 
To earn their daily bread. 
"We'll teach and write and entertain 
And buy and sell," they said. 

And so these hens began to teach 
The baby ducks and chicks. 
They traded food and eggs and things, 
With many clever tricks. 

They wrote great books and put on shows 
Of genius they'd no lack. 
It wasn't long till chickens owned 
The Duckville Daily Quack. 

One day a mother duck who took 
Her ducklings to the lake, 
Was flabbergasted when one said, 
"A swim I will not take!" 

"Why duckling's always swim" she gasped, 
"It's what you're built to do! 
Like bunnies hop, and crickets chirp, 
And cows most always moo!" 

"You're nuts!" her son replied, 
"That stuff is all old hat! 
It's wrong for birds to swim, besides 
It's damn cold on my prat!" 

"Oh fie!" the mother duck exclaimed, 
"You're talking like a fool!" 
Up quacked the other ducklings then: 
"He's right! We learned in school!" 

"Such talk must stop!" the mother cried, 
"Those hens can't tell such lies! 
For sheer ingratitude and nerve, 
I'm sure this takes the prize!" 

But she was wrong, for even then 
The hens did thump the tub 
Demanding they be let into 
The Duckville Swimming Club. 

"But you don't swim!" the ducks exclaimed, 
"To join, why should you care?" 
"That's not the point" the hens replied, 
"To exclude us isn't fair!" 

The younger ducks, who'd been to school 
Agreed right there and then: 
"To keep them out is bigotry! 
'Twould just be anti-hen!" 

Outnumbered by the younger ducks, 
The old ducks soon did lose. 
The hens could join the Swimming Club, 
If they would pay the dues. 

That night the Duckville Daily Quack 
Contained this banner spread: 
"REACTIONARY DUCKS ARE LICKED! 
DUCKVILLE MOVES AHEAD!" 

Down at the Duckville Gaity, 
The young set laughed with glee, 
At cracks about "old fuddy ducks" 
In burlesque repartee. 

Next day the hens were at the Club; 
A petition they'd sent round 
They objected to the Swimming Fund 
With fury and with sound. 

"You use our dues to fix the pond, 
To keep it neat and trim 
And this is wrong" they said, "because 
You know we do not swim!" 

"God help us!" exclaimed a wise old duck, 
"Those chickens have gone mad! 
We'll take this thing to court, by George! 
And justice will be had!" 

But when they went before the judge, 
Imagine their dismay! 
A chicken judge decreed that they 
A heavy fine must pay! 

"Minorities must have their rights!" 
The judge declared right then 
"To use hens' dues to fix the pond 
Is very anti-hen!" 

Once more the Duckville Daily Quack 
Emblazoned 'cross the page: 
"OLD FUDDY DUCKS REFUSE TO SEE 
THE GREAT NEW COMING AGE!" 

In Duckville's church, on Sunday morn 
The preacher spoke these words: 
"Discrimination's got to stop! 
Remember, we're all birds!" 

The wisest duck in all the town 
Sat down in black despair 
"I'll write a book," he thought, "and then 
This madness I will bare!" 

"Let swimmers swim, let hoppers hop, 
Let each go his own way 
Let none coerce a fellow bird!" 
Was what he had to say. 

"'Twas wrong to force the hens to swim, 
So here's the problem's crux: 
It's just as bad for hens to try 
To chickenize our ducks!" 

"I can't print that" the printer said 
"'Twill put me in a mess! 
My shop is mortgaged to the hens 
The chickens own my press!" 

This worried duck then tried to warn 
His friends by speech and pen, 
But young ducks fresh from school just jeered, 
"He's a vicious anti-hen!" 

Now up the stream a little way 
Was Gooseville, on the lake 
The hens had come to Gooseville too, 
But the geese were more awake. 

When the hens began to spoil the young 
And Gooseville's laws to flout, 
The geese rose up in righteous wrath 
And simply threw them out. 

Of course you know where they all ran; 
On Duckville they converged 
"We've got to take these refugees" 
Was what the ducks all urged. 

The Duckville Daily Quack declared: 
"Those geese will stop at naught! 
They plan to conquer all the world! 
Atrocities they've wrought!" 

"That's right!" the young ducks all agreed, 
"We'll help our fellow birds! 
Those geese have plans to conquer us! 
We've read the Quack's own words!" 

They let the hens from Gooseville in, 
The whole bedraggled pack 
And every hen took up a job 
On Duckville's Daily Quack. 

When Duckville's Mayor's term was up, 
The Quack put up its duck; 
A vain and stupid duck he was, 
A veritable cluck! 

But when he praised the wild young ducks 
And cursed the evil geese, 
The Quack declared he was "all-wise" 
His praise would never cease. 

The hens chipped in to help this cluck 
Give grain away for free 
The old ducks sadly shook their heads, 
The writing they could see. 

And sure enough, this stupid duck, 
He was elected Mayor 
From this point on, the Duckville ducks, 
They never had a prayer. 

The Mayor said, "Gooseville must go! 
We'll wipe them off the map!" 
While Duckville slept, the scheming hens 
For Gooseville set a trap. 

They called the geese by filthy names; 
They filled their pond with sticks 
They helped the weasels catch the geese, 
And other hennish tricks. 

The geese got mad and threw some rocks, 
"IT'S WAR!" the Quack announced: 
"We ducks must fight those evil geese 
Till they've been soundly trounced!" 

The ducks (who knew not of the tricks 
Indulged in by the Mayor) 
Were filled with patriotic zeal, 
And pitched right in for fair. 

Now when the ducks had whipped the geese 
The Mayor called "Retreat! 
Our Henville friends should really take 
Goosevilles's big main street!" 

The hens are back in Gooseville now; 
They starved and beat the geese 
They prayed for peace but organized 
The Henville Armed Police. 

They drained the Gooseville swimming pond; 
And 'De-goose-ified' the schools, 
They wrung the neck of Gooseville's Mayor 
On lately made up rules. 

They formed a council of the hens, 
'United Birds' the name 
The other birds who joined the thing 
Did not perceive their game. 

No sooner had they set this up, 
Than they announced their plan 
To seize up Swanville as a home 
For all their hennish clan. 

They took a vote amongst the hens, 
And every one approved! 
"Swanville was for hens!" they said, 
"Way back, before we moved." 

And so they kicked the swans all out 
With Duckville's help and power 
And Duckville could not understand 
Why swans on them turned sour. 

By this time, Duckville was a mess; 
The young ducks had gone mad 
They stole and laughed at truth and law 
They'd gone completely bad. 

The hens were selling loco weed 
In every nasty den 
But ducks who dared to mention this 
Were labelled 'anti-hen.' 

The hens all preached of 'Tolerance'; 
They invoked the 'Golden Rule' 
But they subsidized the indigent, 
The greedy and the fool. 

At last the very dumbest ducks 
Began to smell a rat 
"This Mayor is no good" they cried 
"And we will soon fix that!" 

But the hens had planned for even this 
A candidate they had, 
Whom even wise old ducks believed 
Just never could be bad. 

This hen-tool duck had whipped the geese; 
A soldier duck was he 
Although the hens had set him up, 
The ducks all thought him free. 

This hen-tool got elected, 
Through ignorance and greed, 
Through hennish lies in press and speech 
And bribes of 'chicken feed.' 

The hens now kicked the ducks around, 
Without a blush of shame 
Until the Mayor ran the town 
In nothing else but name. 

They pumped the swimming pond all dry; 
They taught the ducks to crow 
While duckish numbers dwindled, 
The hens began to grow. 

The hens stirred up the happy crows 
From out the piney wood 
To fight and mix and marry ducks 
In the name of 'Brotherhood.' 

Things got so bad that fifty ducks 
Who knew of days gone by, 
Took up their wives and children 
And decided that they'd fly. 

They flew through storm and tempest; 
They froze, and many died 
But on they drove, until at last 
A lovely lake they spied. 

They settled down exhausted, 
But soon went straight to work 
To build and clear and cultivate, 
No danger did they shirk. 

Now after many years of toil, 
This little band had grown 
The fields around were full of grain 
From seeds that they had sown. 

The first ducks now were long since dead; 
Their struggles long had ceased 
Through hard work and through suffering 
Their joys had been increased. 

One day down near the entrance gate 
There was an awful din 
A hundred hens, all out of breath, 
Were begging to come in. 

"Oh, let us in!" the poor birds cried, 
"Before we do expire! 
'Tis only by the merest inch..." 

This epic really has no end because 
No matter how you fight 'em, 
Those hens will show up every time 
And so... ad infinitum. 
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==See also==
*[[Poems about Jews]]
*[[The Doughboy Blues]]
*[[Gilbert F. Stevenson]]

[[Category:George Lincoln Rockwell]]
[[Category:Poems]]
[[Category:Jews]]

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