Poetry - The Stork

A traditional folk poem
Translated by Simon N.
Mother stork works at night
To feed her kids two meals a day.

She falls off a soft branch,
And haplessly drowns in a rich man's pond.

Dear sir:

If you do net me in, 
Please cook me with water wholesome.

Don't use mud from the pond
And leave young storks' hearts glum. 

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