A pelican sat by the pier <br />was waiting for some fish <br />he searched afar, he searched anear <br />and made a secret wish. <br /> <br />He sat there one entire day <br />just hoping that his wishes <br />would be received without delay <br />so he could eat his fishes. <br /> <br />But fishermen came from the city <br />and cast their lines and nets <br />they caught so many, what a pity <br />to feed them to their pets. <br /> <br />And when the sun sank in the surf <br />and night was fast approaching <br />the pelican thought that on his turf <br />there ought to be no poaching. <br /> <br />So, with the speed of Pelicans <br />he ruffled all his feathers <br />and looked just like the Taliban <br />the king of Afghan weather. <br /> <br />Went over to the city slickers <br />and showed his giant beak <br />which did result in dirty nickers <br />he said: 'It's fish I seek'. <br /> <br />Then shook his head in sudden rage <br />so everything went flying <br />and gobbled quickly, at this stage <br />the catch that he'd been eyeing. <br /> <br />When he was full he turned around <br />slipped quickly into waves <br />and swam, then lifted off the ground <br />just thinking that the Braves <br /> <br />would always rule the world of food <br />and that a handsome Pelican <br />was always in the happy mood <br />to take the fish away from man.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pelican-for-children/
