Sat firm. The stork asked, “Lassie, thou,
Wilt thou not also travel now
And be a child to some good mother?”
But no—too timid, shy, this other.
They started off. The pleasure craving,
So free and wild on stork he flew,
And to his sister farewell waving,
Until at last was lost to view.
And she whose fear her trip prevented,
Now wished to be along, repented.