Igor Zakharov.
Crow and Seagull.
Once Carbon Crow told Snowy Seagull:
" ‘ve been cooking porridge all the day.
My babies with spoons hardly jingle.
And here to you some, so to say»
Seagull gave in her turn responding:
"I have been flying at the berth,
And hurt myself on ice of firth,
With wounded wings flew from beyond in.
A little girl did pick me up.
She bandaged my wounded wings.
With lovely words she did chat up.
And now, you see, I’m able to sing!"