The Singing Stork

A special delivery is often made,
Of a loving couple’s sweet young babe.
Wrapped in a blanket and dangling free,
At the end of the bill of a Stork or three.

Sleeping and quiet the babies would be,
At peace and content for all to see.
Silently flapping its graceful wings,
Not a sound, a word or anything.

But Stan the Stork just couldn’t keep quiet,
However he tried he just couldn’t do it.
All the babies were wide awake,
And what a noise they would start to make.

To solve the problem they had to try,
Any old plan for a silent flight.
They tied up his tongue in a little knot,
But it broke free before it reached the cot.

Then one day someone said why not,
Find a way to keep his bill shut.
Tie the blanket around it tight,
The baby will have a peaceful night.

And so it was from that day’s night,
The babies had their peaceful flights.
A muffled snuffle was all they heard,
From the unhappy tuneful delivery bird.

Written on 15th April 2014

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Positively Poetic – Volume 4

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@dartherino, so, the stork must have gleaned the idea from the singing telegram? Not at all bad, since the advent of the singing cooks and waiters delivering your food, or the singing nuns delivering the sermon. Your whimsical and playful rhymes would appeal to all those of tender in hearts, big and small.


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