At the lake of the black swan
There was one inhabitant all pale and wan
Cast adrift upon the water’s tide
This one lone swan did seek to hide.
Not like the rest, so set apart
With a feeling of difference inside her heart.
Not the black sheep or the Albino child
Just a colour variation made meek and mild
By Nature’s Fault to not fit in
The freak of Nature not there within
But forced upon by society’s failing
Alone on the water, a lone sailor sailing.