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Show THE STORK. I walked beside a great salt sea, B And found a bird upon a rock; fl A gull, perchance, it seemed to me, B Deserted by a passing flock. fl it had a jaded look, a droop B About the gills, that told a tajle; fl A neck that might have looped the loop, B But which was limp and warped and pale. B Ne'er had I seen forlorner cuss, fl And overwork was the complaint; fl A victim of the strenuous H Existence that reporters paint. fl Its wings were frayed; its eyes wore set fl Upon each lid a tired tear; B Its tout ensemble looked regret, B It never moved as I drew near. fl "Oh, pretty bird," I shyly spoke, B "What do you do, I prithee tell." B "See here, young fellow, I'm no joke!" fl The bird replied, "you go to well fl You go up to the president, B He'll tell you that I'm not a myth; fl I'm "It," the bird of discontent, fl "Official stork for Joseph Smith." B TOD GOODWIN. |