THE FABLE OF THE

DUCKS AND THE HENS

George Lincoln Rockwell
Born 9 March 1918 — Assassinated 25 August 1967

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Many, many years ago Down by a pond dwelt all these ducks,
When animals could speak, — Ten thousand at the least —
A wondrous thing the ducks befell; Their duckish joys were undisturbed
Their tale is quite unique. By any man or beast.

One day down near the entrance gate "Oh let us in!" these poor birds cried,
There was an awful din. "Before we do expire!
A hundred hens all out of breath 'Tis only by the merest INCH
Were begging to come in. That we escaped the fire!"
 Their feathers burned, their combs " Come in! Come ini" the ducks all
adroop. quacked,
They were the saddest sight. " For you our hearts do bleed!
They'd run a hundred miles or more. We'll share our happy lot with you ;
All day and then all night Just tell us what you need!"

And so these poor bedraggled hens Before too many months had lapsed.
Amongst the ducks moved in. The hens were good as new.
" For after all," the ducks declared, They sent for all their rooster friends.
"We're sisters 'neath the skin." And those were welcomed too.
To please their hosts, these chickens tried This pleased the flock of ducks because
To waddle and to quack. It gratified their pride.
To simulate the duckish ways. But hear my tale and learn how they
They quickly learned the knack. Got taken for a ride.

The ducks, it seemed, spent all their They asked the hens what they would
time do
In fixing up the place; To earn their daily bread.
"
In growing food and building homes We'll teach and write and entertain,
And cleaning every space. And buy and sell," they said.
And so these hens began to teach They wrote great books and put on shows
The baby ducks and chicks. - Of genius they'd no lack.
They traded food and eggs and things. It wasn't long till chickens owned
With many clever tricks. The Duckville Daily Quack.

One day a mother duck who took “Why duckling's ALWAYS swim!" she gasped,
"
Her ducklings to the lake, what you're built to do!
It's

Was flabbergasted when one said. Like bunnies hop, and crickets chirp,
"A swim I will not take!" And cows most always moo!"
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"
NUTS!" her son replied,
You're "Oh fie!" the mother duck exclaimed,
"That stuff is all OLD HAT! "You're talking like a fool!"
It's wrong for birds to swim — besides, Up quacked the other ducklings then:
It's damn cold on my prat!" "He's right! We learned in school!"

"Such things must stop!" the mother cried. But she was wrong, for even then
"Those hens can't tell such lies The hens did thump the tub.
For sheer ingratitude and nerve, Demanding they be let into
I'm sure this takes the prize!" The Duckville Swimming Club.
 But you don't szvim!" the ducks The younger ducks, who'd been to
exclaimed, school
To join, why should you care?" Agreed right there and then,
That's not the point!" the hens replied. "To keep them out is bigotry!
To exclude us isn't fair!" 'Twould just be ANTI-HEN!"

Outnumbered by the younger ducks. That night the Duckville Daily Quack
The old ducks soon did lose. Contained this banner spread:
"
The hens could join the Swimming Club, Reactionary Ducks are Licked!
If they would pay the dues. Duckville Moves Ahead!"
 ”

Down at the Duckville Gaity,

The young set laughed with glee.
At cracks about "old fuddy ducks"
In burlesque repartee.

Next day the hens were at the Club; " You use our dues to fix the pond,

A petition they'd sent round. To keep it neat and trim,

They objected to the Swimming Fund And wrong they said, "because
this is

With fury and with sound. You know we do not swim!"

" God help us!" cried a wise old duck. But when they went before the judge,
" These chickens have gone mad! Imagine their dismay!
We'll take this thing to court, by George, A CHICKEN judge decreed that they
And justice will be had!" A heavy fine must pay !

“ Minorities must have their rights!" Once more the Duckville Daily Quack
The judge declared right then. Emblazoned 'cross the page:
"To use hens' dues to fix the pond " OldFuddy Ducks Refuse to See
Is very ANTI-HEN!" The Great New Coming Age!"
 In Duckville's 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 "Let swimmers swim, let hoppers hop,
Sat down in black despair. Let each go his own way.
"I'll write a book," he thought, "and then Let none coerce a fellow bird!"
This madness I will bare!" Was what he had to say.
"'Turns wrong to force the hens to swim, "I can't print that," the printer said.
So here's the problem's crux: "'Twill put me in a mess!
It's just as bad for hens to try My shop is mortgaged to the hens -*
To CHICKENIZE our ducks!" The chickens own my press!"

This worried duck then tried to warn

His friends by speech and pen.
But young ducks fresh from school just jeered,
"He's a vicious ANTI-HEN!"
Now up the stream a little way When the hens began to spoil the young
Was on the lake.
Gooseville, And Gooseville's laws to flout.
The hens had come to Gooseville too. The geese rose up in righteous wrath
But the geese were more awake. And simply threw them out.

Of course you know where they all ran The Duckville Daily Quack declared:
— On Duckville they converged. "
Those geese will stop at naught!
"
We've got to take these REFUGEES," They plan to conquer all the world!
Was what the hens all urged. Atrocities they've zvrought!"
"
That's right!" the young ducks all agreed, They let the hens from Gooseville in,

"We'll help our fellow birds! The whole bedraggled pack

These geese have plans to conquer us! And every hen took up a job
We've read the Quack's own words!" On Duckville's Daily Quack.

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When Duckville's Mayor's term was But when he praised the wild young
up. ducks
The Quack put up it's duck. And cursed the evil geese.

A vain and stupid duck was he The Quack declared he was "all-wise";
— A veritable cluck! His praise would never cease.
 The hens chipped in to help this cluck And sure enough, this stupid duck.
Give grain away for free. He was elected Mayor.
The old ducks sadly shook their From this point on the Duckville
heads— ducks
The writing they could see. They never had a prayer.

The Mayor said, "Gooseville must go! They called the geese by filthy names;
We'll wipe them off the map!" They filled their pond with sticks.
While Duckville slept, the scheming They helped the weasels catch the
hens geese.
For Gooseville set a trap. And other hennish tricks.
The geese got mad and threw some rocks. The ducks (who knew not of the tricks

"IT'S WAR!" the Quack announced. Indulged in by the Mayor)

“We ducks must fight those evil geese Were filled with "patriotic zeal"
Till they've been soundly trounced!" And pitched right in for fair!

Now when the ducks had whipped the geese

The Mayor called "Retreat!
Our Henville friends should really take

Gooseville's big main street!"

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The hens were back in Gooseville now; They drained the Gooseville swimming
They starved and beat the geese. pond;
They prayed for "peace" —but They "De-goose-ified" the schools.
organized They wrung the neck of Gooseville'
The Henville ARMED POLICE! Mayor
On lately made-up rules.

They formed a council of the hens— No sooner had they set this up,
"UNITED BIRDS" the name. Than they announced their plan
The other birds who joined the thing To seize up Swanville as a home
Did not perceive the game. For all their hennish clan.
They took a vote amongst themselves. And so they kicked the swans all out
And every one approved! With Duckville's help and power
"Swanville was for hens!" they said. And Duckville could not understand
"Way back, before we moved!" Why swans on them turned sour.

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By this time, Duckville was a mess — The hens were selling loco-weed
The young ducks had gone mad. In every nasty den.
They stole and laughed at truth and law; But ducks who dared to mention this

They'd gone completely bad. Were labelled "ANTI-HEN."

The hens all preached of "Tolerance"; At last the very dumbest ducks
They invoked the "Golden Rule." Began to smell a rat.
But they subsidised the indigent, "This Mayor is no good!" they cried.
The greedy and the fool. "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 had whipped the This hen-tool got elected
geese; Through ignorance and greed.
A soldier duck was he. Through hennish lies in press and
Although the hens had set him up. speech.
The ducks all thought him free. And bribes of "chicken feed."

The hens now kicked the ducks They pumped the swimming pond
around all dry;
Without a blush of shame, They taught the ducks to crow.
Until the Mayor ran the town While duckish numbers dwindled.
In nothing else but name. The hens began to grow.
 The hens stirred up the happy crows
From out the piney wood
To fight and mix and marry ducks
In the name of "Brotherhood."

Things got so bad that fifty ducks They flew through storm and tempest;
Who knew of days gone by. They froze, and many died.
Took up their wives and children But on they drove, until, at last,
And decided that they'd fly. A lovely lake they spied.
 They settled 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. The first ducks now were long since dead;
This band had grown.
little Their struggles long had ceased.
The fields around were full of grain Through hard work and through suffering.

From seeds that they had sown. Their joys had been increased.
One day down near the entrance gate "Oh, let us in!" these poor birds cried,
There was an awful din. " Before we do expire!

A hundred hens, all out of breath. ' Tis only by the merest INCH..."
Were begging to come in.

This epic has no end because

No matter how you fight 'em.
Those HENS will show up EVERY TIME
- And so ad infinitum!
 Children and adults alike
will be captivated by this
tale of rivalry between hard-
working and kindly, though
rather naive, DUCKS and
pushy, scheming, power-
mad HENS.
This seems a simple
deeper layers will
story, but
be revealed with each re-
reading.
The tale is set in the far
distant past— back ‘when
animals could speak’ — but
is it an allegory for what is

taking place today, before

our very eyes?

Wm
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