Quack Quack

QUACK, QUACK

Verse 1
Just outside Madison, down a country road,
Shane and Heather found a crow, battered from the cold.
One wing hanging low, dark feathers stained with dust,
A broken little traveler with nowhere left to trust.

They carried him home gently, to the farmyard by the barn,
Built a little shelter where he’d be safe from harm.
Beside a family of wood ducks, they gave him room to stay,
And every dawn they listened as a friendship found its way.

Chorus
Quack, quack, echoing through the sky,
A crow learned a duck song before he learned to fly.
Quack, quack, carried on the breeze,
A thank-you from a black-winged soul drifting through the trees.
Quack, quack, a melody so true,
Sometimes love can change the song that’s living inside you.

Verse 2
Days became weeks and the healing slowly came,
The ducks accepted Shadow and somehow knew his name.
Quacks and caws together made an unexpected tune,
A backyard symphony from morning until noon.

Shane and Heather smiled to hear the chorus every day,
Watching unlikely friendships blossom in their own sweet way.
The crow grew strong and steady, his spirit bright again,
A living proof that kindness has a way of helping mend.

Chorus
Quack, quack, echoing through the sky,
A crow learned a duck song before he learned to fly.
Quack, quack, carried on the breeze,
A thank-you from a black-winged soul drifting through the trees.
Quack, quack, a melody so true,
Sometimes love can change the song that’s living inside you.

Bridge
Then one morning came the moment they’d been waiting for,
They opened up the cage and watched him leave the shore.
Shadow spread his wings against a bright blue southern sky,
Circled once above them as he climbed so very high.

Then from the clouds above them came a sound they’d never guessed,
Not a crow’s familiar calling, but the voice he loved the best.

Final Chorus
Quack, quack, raining from the air,
Like a note of gratitude floating everywhere.
Quack, quack, high above the land,
A message from a friend who finally learned to stand.
Quack, quack, and every now and then,
They hear that distant chorus and remember him again.

Outro
Somewhere over Madison, where the wild winds roam,
A crow still sings a duck song for the people who gave him home.
And the story lives on softly, carried by the breeze—
A tale of hope and friendship drifting through the trees.

Quack, quack…
Quack, quack…