Once a farmer had many fields
He ploughed hard and got large yields.
His heart danced when his crop he glanced
But his heart missed beats
When he saw wings and beaks
Break into his lands, he held his head in hands
He knit his brow and brought a scarecrow
In vain, he complained to an old friend
Who told him not to fret, and gave him a net
To catch the winged thief when he made mischief
Then touching his shoulder, asked him to be bolder.
When during the rains fields were raided by cranes
Farmer spread the net on the ground that was wet.
To his shock, along with cranes he caught a stork
Stork was sort of vain he was prettier than the crane
It was below his stature to get caught with low creature
He looked with disdain at the classless crane
Then begged the farmer to let him go
As a stork can never stoop so low
As to steal a farmer's meal.
Farmer thought for a while, gave a wry smile
Told the stork you are no better
I hold a belief you too are a thief
Now don't whine you are a partner in crime
If you are caught together you are birds of a feather.
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