The Lion And A Stork - Poem by Shmuel Shoshani
A Lion in a jungle a prey had for a meal,
a bone stuck in his throat and
was miserable with pain and sad.
A roar, as high as he could,
in jungle the unfortunate lion roared;
A prize will be given to one.
who from my throat will pull a bone.
There, flew a stork with a beak very long,
down through lion's mouth her head she pushed alone.
from the throat of lion she pulled the bone.
For a prize she waited long
At last the stork became brave
from the lion a prize she called;
O king Lion my prize please extend
I relieved you from pain and bone
with my beak that is long.
Fly to jungle dear stork, said the Lion
you are allowed to declare in loud voice;
in King Lion's mouth
you had your stupid head and nose.
Your prize: is that alive from my throat,
out you got alone.
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