“Who Am I?” Friend, Oct. 2006, 40
Who Am I?
Rain is not a problem.
It rolls right off my back.
If there is something I must say,
I say it with a quack.
I am a __ __ __ __.
I’m up at dawn each day
To wake the sleeping farm.
Since I crow loud and clear,
They don’t need an alarm.
I am a __ __ __ __ __ __ __.
I spend the day at pasture—
Munching grass to my delight.
I must be milked twice a day—
In the morning and at night.
I am a __ __ __.
I give wool for sweaters—
For this I must be sheared.
Without my own woolly coat,
I look a little weird.
I am a __ __ __ __ __.