Poor little pelican
Trembling in the snow.
But a Good Samaritan
(With the heart to show)
Took the time—allowing
True pity to flow.
And with a hand dryer
He began to blow—
Warming up the pelican
That had reached its low.
Perhaps the good Samaritan
Would never-ever know
His depth of compassion.
Such heartwarming glow.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem