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When I am home, I am up on a shelf, high up in the air, and all by myself,
but when they go traveling, I go along so I can help out telling right way from wrong.
How far are we going?
Where have we been?
This a way.
That a way. Nine miles or ten?
Which way should I face to tell where we’re going? Which way is best to be in the knowing?
How can I help you down here in this hole? Vacationing backwards is not my main goal.
I know I’ll do better up here on the dash.
I’ve room to spread out ‘cuz it’s less of a mash.
Should I face forward, or should I face back?
Should I inform with a wing or a quack?
Should we go left or should we go right?
It is a good thing that I’m here within sight
‘cuz Mom’s only looking at trees and at barns.
Clicking her camera and spinning her yarns.
She thinks that she’s helping me plan this excursion,
but in fact she is simply creating diversion!
In the end, I get them to where they are going in spite of the raining. In spite of the snowing.
And I’m glad I could add to my folks’ education by guiding them through their southern migration.
*Duck Positioning System