He stands at lakes edge 

     waiting 

Morning comes to find him

     waiting 

His little mouth turned down in 

     sadness

Calling him in for lunch he exudes

     sadness 

Back to the big lake he’s standing 

     waiting 

Night comes and he’s still there

     waiting 

We hear it and his little boy smile 

     glowing

Adult and grandson together

     glowing

With squeals of delight he runs to

     him

Stops dead, there’s another with

     him 

I laugh and hug my little grandson 

     happy 

Exclaiming, look at him married and

     happy 

His pet duck Quacky has returned 

     home

Now two ducks, one boy and me are

     home