A gracious heron flew down the lake
It was as white as snow flake
It was beautiful and slim
In the bright and sunny beam.
It was long - necked and long- legged
It walked easily on the surface lake.
It liked to go to the reeds and catch some frogs and fish it eats.
A little froggie sat in the reeds and prayed a Lord not to be seen
At sunset of the red blood beam.
The heron stopped in front of him
And offered playing games with him.
He was too little to be eaten,
And heron felt a bit of pity.
A frightened froggie sang a song
He was afraid, he did some wrong.
The heron fell asleep and saw some dreams which sweet and deep.
They made the friends and in the reeds, they sang together, played the games because they are the bosom friends.
А heron and a froggie
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