The Turtle and the Stork

One day just like most all the others
A curious thing did happen
A turtle head poked out his shell
Awakened from his nappin
For on the Terp a Stork did perch
Bluh-flurmagin and flappin

“What if wings were more like things
That everybody owns?
Like pocket change” the Stork exclaimed
“Or teeny tiny phones!
And if you can’t afford them you
Can get them out on loans!”

And the Bird did rest his beak at last
But only from parched throat
While the Terp took pen from pad and looked at what he wrote
For turtles ears are not enough
Not for things of note

“I don’t think I would like it much”
The Turtle said real slow
“Besides if no one walked the earth
How would it stay so low?
I’ll bet it might grow through the sky
Though no one really knows”

“Well thank you so much” said the Stork
But added with a sigh
“There are some places” he described
“Where dirt and rock grow high
I think that they’re called mountains
Though I really don’t know why”

“But what if feet were much more neat?”
The Turtle said with care
“With rockets built in to the heels
I might just beat a Hare!
And with some springs instead of toes
Let no expense be spared!”

And the Bird did think on this a bit
While standing quite stork still
Which is to say not still at all
Flap-Flurmagin at will
For storks are of a different breed
They never flap their fill

“You keep your feet!” He suddenly cried
Indignant plumes flew bout
“I am a crane to lift the clouds
What would they do with out?
Fall to the ground, turn into soup?
Now that I highly doubt”      

“My gratitude” the Turtle said
“Would seem in order too
Though sometimes clouds fall to the ground
I swear to you it’s true
And though I’ve never tried a spoon
They can be thick as stew!”

And so they went their separate ways
Far out into the world
The Stork to find the bowls of earth
Giving feet a twirl
The mountains called the Terrapin
He flew, new wings unfurled