When I was a child, we would drive down to the lake. We'd walk through the park. We'd feed the ducks, and we would feed the swans.
Aren't swans just lovely? They make me want to dance ballet.
I'd sit there and watch all the birds fighting for my crumbs and imagine their arguments. The ducks were loud and obnoxious, but swans are rather above it all. Their tone is lofty. They cannot be touched by life.