When saw I
The painted stork,
My heart knew no bounds,
How did it fly
My spirits,
When I saw
The painted stork
The back-feathered
Or striped
With the white
Bordered so well,
Flying into the skies
Not far away
But nearer to
The big, big painted stork,
Black and white,
White and black feathered,
But black in general
And long-billed
And bulging
The big bird
When I saw it
Landing
Into the fields
The painted stork,
The big and bulging bird,
My joy knew no bounds
And the spirits ran it high.
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