THE FABLE OF THE DUCKS AND HENS

 A DRAMATIC SAGA OF INTRIGUE,

PROPAGANDA AND SUBVERSION

November 24, 2010

Long ago I found this little ditty but never gave it a second thought at the time. I send out a thanks THE NAKED TRUTH IN A CONFUSED WORLD to for posting it. 

 In today’s politically correct world, where Ernst Zundel is torn away from his wife in the hills of Tennessee and deported to Canada and then Germany for violating their politically correct laws; where Canadian preachers are sent to jail for criticizing homosexuality and where David Duke’s book “Jewish Supremacism” is burnt when discovered in the mail, with the intended recipient given the bill;

where Australians such as Dr. Toben are sent to jail for a year, for daring to examine the issue of the Holocaust; where the German and Canadian news must accept an Israel-first policy or essentially be banned; where people in America, as in the rest of the world, now feel that they must watch every word, lest they violate the taboo of being politically incorrect ~ in all these places, Rockwell’s poem should be well-received and its meaning, if any other than what is stated, should be contemplated.

Here is the poem and at the bottom, if you prefer, just for you you can find it in Yahoo cartoon form ... enjoy!

The Fable of the Ducks and Hens

By George Lincoln Rockwell

Many, many years ago,

When animals could speak.

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 any 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 a droop,

They were the saddest sight.

They’d run a hundred miles or more,

all day and then all night.

***

“Come, 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 passed,

The hens were good as new.

They sent for all their rooster friends,

And these were welcomed too.

***

To please their host, these chickens tried

To waddle and to quack.

To simulate 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 their 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 & 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 ducklings always swim!” she gasped,

“It’s what you’re built to do!

Like bunnies hop, and crickets chirp,

And cows most always moo!”

***

“Your just old fashioned, a fuddy duck,

That stuff is all old hat!”

“It’s wrong for birds to swim; ...besides,

It’s too cold on my little pratt!”

***

“Oh fie!” the mother duck exclaimed,

“You’re talking like a fool!”

Up quacked the other ducks and said,

“He’s right! Ms. Hen taught us that in school!”

***

“Such things must stop!” the mother cried,

“Those hens can’t teach 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 all cried,

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!”

“T’would just be ANTI-HEN...!”

***

Outnumbered by the younger ducks,

The old ducks soon did loose;

They agreed to let the hens all in,

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 Gaiety,

The younger 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 around.

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!” cried a wise old duck,

“These chickens have gone mad!”

“We’ll take this to the court, by George,

And justice will be had!”

***

But when they went up to the judge,

Imagine their dismay!

A CHICKEN-JUDGE decreed that they

Had a heavy fine to pay!

***

“Minorities must have their rights!”

The judge declared right then.

“To use hen’s dues to fix the pond

Is very ANTI-HEN...!”

***

Once more the Duckville Daily Quack

Emblazoned across the page:

“Old Foggy Ducks Refuse to See

The Great New Coming Age!”

***

In Duckville 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 One Go His Way.

Let No One 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 chicken-ize 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.

Young ducks fresh from school just jeered

“He’s one of those a vicious Anti-Hens...!”

***

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 all Duckville’s hens had urged.

***

The Duckville Daily Quack declared:

“These Geese Will Stop at Naught!

“They Plan to Conquer all the World!”

“Atrocities They’ve Wrought!”

***

“That’s right!” the young ducks agreed,

“We’ll help our fellow birds!

These 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 the Duckville Daily Quack!!

***

When the Duckville mayor’s term was up,

The Quack put up it’s Duck;

A vain and stupid duck was he,

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 the 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 the sticks,

“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!

***

So when the ducks whipped the Geese,

The Mayor called “Retreat!!”

“Our HENVILLE friends should really take

Gooseville’s big main street!”

***

The hens were back in Gooseville now;

They starved and beat the Geese.

They prayed for “Peace” — but organized

The “HENVILLE ARMED POLICE!!!”
*** 

They drained the Geese’s swimming pond,

They “De-Goose-ified” their schools;

They wrung the Gooseville mayor’s neck

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 the game.

***

No sooner had they set this up,

Than they announced their hennish plan:

To seize up Swanville as a home

For all their hennish clan.

***

They took a vote among the hens,

And everyone 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 couldn’t understand

Why swans, on them turned sour.

***

By this time, Duckville was a mess,

The young ducks had all gone mad.

They stole and laughed at Truth and Law;

They went completely “bad.”

***

The hens were selling Loco Weed

in every nasty den.

But ducks who dared to mention this,

Were labeled “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 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 & Speech,

Through 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 Duck’s 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 of the piney wood,

To Fight to Mix and Marry ducks

in the name of “Brotherhood.”

***

Things got so bad that fifty ducks,

Who knew the days gone by;

Took up their wives and children

And decided that they’d fly.

***

They flew through storms and tempest;

They froze, and many died.

But on they drove, until, at last,

A lovely lake they spied.

***

They settle 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 were long since dead;

Their struggles long had ceased.

Through hard work and 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!” these 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’ll show up every time.

And so, ...Ad Infinitum ...!!!

THE FABLE OF THE DUCKS AND HENS

Narrated online by Attorney Edgar J. Steele