The Stork's an absolutely cool girl…None is svelterIn the Delta – She'll shriek, she'll jog, she'll comb the bogIn search of the odd fish and frog.She walks aroundTouching the groundWith one foot at a time, thereforeHer feet are never ever sore.She diligently builds her nestIn yonder willow where she'll rest.When she has hatched her gold-downed brood,She feeds them all Till they grow tall –No other bird's chicks look so good.Her legs are sleek, she's got a beakHard as nails and pretty long.The Stork's an absolutely cool girl –She's not unlike a little school girlBriskly hop scotching along.
by Passionaria Stoicescu (b. 1946)
