The fox and the stork

No. 8 on the route

The stork from the Beugen nest

is giant in his delight.

Eating out he goes to the fox

at its den on the Felt Lake.

But fun the evening does not go

the plate of soup is flat.

The beak is ticking - what sadness! -

in the soil than a hole.

The little fox giggles at his region,

What did he bite the bird!

The stork stands hungrily pale

While the little fox eats everything on its own.

Back on the nest with an empty stomach

the stork invents a ruse.

Also the fox with his eternal bullying

is invited to the dis.

The fox drools from the fine scents

Of well roasted pork tenderloin.

He wants to start judging the meat by then

But 'tis served up in a deep vase!

'Bon appetit,' says the stork

And sticks its beak deep inside.

With empty stomach, then, the fox leaves,

From such a bird he cannot win anyway.

© 2021, Geurt Franzen

after a fable by La Fontaine