He leaves his mate to take care of the nest.
Oh woodduck, how your scarlet eyes brighten up the day
He nods his head and moves on his way.
Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall. The seasons he loves them all.
He snatches an insect straight out of the sky,
And spreads his wings ready to fly.
To fly away to a glorious land, where rainbows grow straight out of the sand.
That is the woodduck
A wonderful bird. If you listen closely his voice will be heard.
—Katie Siembieda, Age 8