A poem for you to act out loud!

Howard Bryte the Fifth

Howard Bryte the Fifth is an ambitious young man;
Remarkable for reasons I'll explain the best I can.
You see, while all the other boys are picking at their noses,
Howard's of the notion life is more than wine and roses.

"When you grow up," I asked him once, "What do you want to be?
There's politics and sports... or marine biology."
"You could be rich," I enthused. "with a bit of luck."
But Howard Bryte the Fifth replied, "I want to be a duck."

"A duck!" you cry. "Webbed feet and wings?" That's what he said, it's true.
Yes, he's quite persuaded this is just the thing to do.
No astronauts or firemen or movie stars for Howard.
He strives for nothing more or less than to be a mallard!

Some say it's outrageous - impossible to boot.
To be a duck, our boy insists, is really quite a hoot.
"Of grown up jobs," he conjoins, "there'll never be a lack.
But you have never truly lived until you learn to quack!"