King Log & King Stork

The Frogs prayed to Jove for a king:
"Not a log, but a livelier thing."
Jove sent them a Stork,
Who did royal work,
For he gobbled them up, did their king.

Don't Have Kings

Walter Crane

Walter Crane was an English artist and book illustrator, considered to be one of the most prolific and influential children's book creators of his generation. Born on August 15, 1845, and passing away on March 14, 1915, he was part of the Arts and Crafts movement and is known for his innovative contributions to children's literature. His work often combined art and poetry, aiming to educate and delight young readers.

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It was the frog lived in the well,
Heigh-ho! says Rowley;
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Heigh-ho! says Anthony Rowley.

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When upon his high horse set, Heigh-ho, &c.
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The Stork's Vocation.

The stork who worms and frogs devours

That in our ponds reside,
Why should he dwell on high church-towers,

With which he's not allied?

Incessantly he chatters there,

And gives our ears no rest;
But neither old nor young can dare

To drive him from his nest.

I humbly ask it, how can he

Give of his title proof,
Save by his happy tendency

To soil the church's roof?

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To dine old Mistress Stork.
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This once, at least, the total matter
Was thinnish soup served on a platter,
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Old gossip Stork, some few days after,
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The Wolf And The Stork.

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He seem'd but little short of dead.
Deep in his throat a bone stuck fast.
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That soon a stork quite near him pass'd.
By signs invited, with her beak
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With slight ado,
And for this skilful surgery
Demanded, modestly, her fee.
'Your fee!' replied the wolf,
In accents rather gruff;
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Your neck is safe from such a gulf?
Go, for a wretch ingrate,
Nor tempt again your fate!'

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