When life is not a nursery rhyme

5 little ducks went out one day
over the hills and far away
Mother Duck said “quack quack quack quack”
But only 4 little ducks came back
 
4 little ducks went down the ditch
the sky is grey and life’s a bitch
Mother Duck said “quack quack quack quack”
But only 3 little ducks came back
 
3 little ducks on self-destruct
the sky is black, the world is fuct
Mother Duck said “quack quack quack quack”
But only 2 little ducks came back
 
2 little ducks went into hell
No sky as far as I can tell
Mother Duck said “quack quack quack quack”
But only 1 little duck came back
 
Little duck went alone to drink
he never came back from the brink
Mother Duck said “My dear ones, lost!
Who will bear their precious cost?”
 
Sad Mother duck went out one day
In death she gave herself away
to reach each one, through nook and crack
she gathers all her children back.

Ruth 2:12 ‘under whose wings you have come for refuge’