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Introduction to The Stork Story

Reading is among the most effective activities for kids when it comes to learning English. While encouraging kids to read books, we must remember to provide a well-balanced reading diet for our children. So here, an amusing story, The Storks, is introduced to kids with simple narratives. Keep reading to know the story.

The Storks

A stork's nest was found on the roof of the village's last house. It was occupied by the mother stork and her four young storks, who were extending out their heads with their sharp black beaks, which had not yet turned red. The father stork stood tall and stiff as could be on the top of the roof, a short distance away. He had put one leg up under him, as storks do, so that onlookers wouldn't believe he was doing nothing while standing guard. You may have believed he was made of marble because he was so still.

"It must appear incredibly great for my wife to have someone to guard her nest," he thought to himself. "They won't realise I'm her husband and will think I'm here as it's my profession, giving her the appearance of being very strong."

The Stork

A parent is teaching the Poem (The Stork) to a child

A swarm of children was playing in the street below. When they saw the storks, one of the bravest of the boys started singing an old stork hymn. Soon after, the others followed him, but each sang the words that he had overheard. One of the songs is as follows.

"Stork, stork, fly away

Stand not on one leg today.

Your dear wife sits in the nest,

To lull the little ones to rest.

"A cage for one,

Let's cook another,

For the third, there's a gun,

And we'll roast his brother!"

"Just listen to what the boys are singing," the young storks advised. Is it true that they said we'd be shot and cooked?"

"Don't pay attention to what they have to say. It won't hurt you if you don't pay attention.” The mother expressed her thoughts.

The boys, on the other hand, continued to sing and mocked the stork husband on duty. Only one youngster, whom they called Peter, said it was a shame to mock animals and that he would not join in any of the singing.

The mother stork tried to console her young ones. "Don't worry," she added, "just look at how quiet your father is standing on one leg."

"But we're terrified," the small ones said as they drew their beaks back inside the nest.

The children gathered again the next day, and as soon as they saw the storks, they began singing again:

"The first will be fried,

The second will be boiled."

"Tell us, are we going to be fried or boiled?" the juvenile storks inquired.

The mother said, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You must learn to fly before we pay a visit to the frogs. They'll kneel to us in the water and sing "Croak! croak!" and we'll eat them up, which will be a wonderful pleasure."

"And then what?" the juvenile storks wondered.

"Oh, then all the storks in the land will gather, and the autumn games will begin, but first and foremost, you must be able to fly well."

"Yes, but after that, as the boys say, we'll be slain. It's being sung again."

The mother stork said, "Listen to me instead of them." "We'll fly away to warm nations, far away from here, over hills and forests, after the great sports. We'll fly to Egypt, where there are three-cornered stone structures with one tip reaching into the clouds; they're called pyramids, and they're older than a stork can fathom. There is a river in that same territory that exceeds its banks, turning the entire nation muddy. We're going to eat wonderful frogs in the dirt."

All of the children cried, "Oh! oh!"

"Yes, it is a delightful location. We have nothing to do all day but eat, and while we are eating so comfortably, there is not a single green leaf left on the trees on our land. The air is so cold that the clouds congeal into lumps or fall as small white rags." She meant hail and snow, but she couldn't think of a better way to express it.

The young storks asked loudly, "Will the naughty boys freeze in lumps?"

"They won't freeze in lumps, but they will be cold, and they will be locked in dingy rooms while you are floating around in a different location, surrounded by colourful flowers and lovely sunshine."

After some time had gone, the stork chicks had matured to the point where they could stand upright in the nest and gaze around. Every day, the father stork arrived with scrumptious frogs, cute small snakes, and other delicacies that storks adore. The smart deeds he performed to keep them pleased were amazing! He'd turn his head completely around and rest it on his tail. He would sometimes produce a rattle-like sound with his beak, or he would tell them stories.

"Come, children," the mother stork said one day, "you must now learn to fly." And all four young storks had to fly out onto the roof's edge. What a jigsaw puzzle they were! They attempted to support themselves with their wings but came perilously close to falling.

The mother exclaimed, "Look at me!" "This is how your head should be held. And this is how you position your feet. Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right- That is what will aid you in your efforts in the world."

Then she flew a short distance, and the little ones made a clumsy leap. They fell down, Bump! Plump!- since their bodies were still too heavy for them.

As he crept back to the nest, one of the baby storks said, "I will not fly." "I'm not interested in visiting warm countries."

"Do you want to stay here throughout the winter and freeze? Will you wait for the brave boys to come? So, I'll give them a call."

"Oh, no!" cried the stork as he returned to the roof with the others.

They started to fly a little on the third day. Then they realized they'd be able to soar or hover in the air, propelled upward by their wings. They tried, but they plummeted to the ground, flapping their wings as fast as they could.

"Storks, storks, fly home and relax," the boys sang again as they walked down the street.

"Should we fly down and peck them?" the kids asked.

"Leave them alone, please. Pay attention to what I'm saying; it's far more essential. Now it's one, two, three! We're flying to the right. One—two—three! Now turn left and go around the chimney. There, that was excellent. That last flap of your wings and kicks of your feet were so impressive that you'll be flying with me to the marsh tomorrow. Several of the nicest stork families and their children will be present. Show me that yours is the best of all. Carry your heads up and boldly walk about."

"However, shall we not give those naughty boys a lesson?" the young storks inquired.

"No, no, let them yell as loudly as they want. You must soar beyond the clouds and away to the land of the pyramids, while they are stuck and unable to view a green leaf or taste a sweet apple."

"But," they whispered to one another, "we'll do something nice for the boys who didn't sing those songs." Then the training began all over again.

The boy who had started it was a tiny fellow hardly more than six years old, and he was the one who was singing the song that made fun of the storks the most out of all the children down the street. To be true, the young storks assumed he was at least a hundred years old because he was considerably larger than their parents, and what did they know about the ages of youngsters or grown men? He was the one who always started the song and continued to mock them. The young storks were furious, and as they grew older, they refused to tolerate it. Their mother finally had to promise them that they would be able to do something to teach him a lesson — but only on the day, they were leaving.

"First, we'll see how you do at the big sports game."

"Yes, you shall see!" exclaimed all the young storks, and they toiled away every day, practising until they flew so evenly and softly that it was a joy to see them.

Autumn arrived, and all of the storks began to gather in order to depart for warmer climates and leave winter behind. Our young storks performed so well that they were rewarded with outstanding scores and a gift of a frog and a snake, which they consumed right away.

"Now," they said, "it's time."

"Certainly," their mother replied, "and I have devised a method that will surely be the most equitable." I'm familiar with a pond where all the small human children wait for the stork to bring them back to their parents. There lie the lovely little babies, dreaming sweeter dreams than they would ever dream again. All of the parents want one of these little ones, and all of the kids want a sister or brother. Now we'll fly to the pond and return with a baby for every child who didn't sing the wicked song that caused the storks to lose their game."

"But what shall we do with the very naughty boy who was the first to begin the song?" shouted the young storks.

"We're not bringing him a younger brother," she said.

"But you haven't forgotten about the lovely lad who thought it was a shame to make fun of the animals!"—we'll bring him two babies, a brother, and a sister. His name is Peter."

The storks were given the name Peter, and still, it is used in some places today.


The poem is always liked by kids. It develops the feeling of love and care toward birds. A detailed explanation of the poem is covered here. We should encourage our children to read more such poems and stories.

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FAQs on The Storks - An Amazing Story for Kids

1. Why would children be said that storks bring babies?

People told that the babies were collected from the cabbage patch! They have claimed this, as well as the fact that babies were taken from the cabbage patch! They did this in order to avoid discussing the birds and bees. Even in the distant past, parents may have simply answered their children's questions, revealing only the answer and not the complete story. Children who had pets or who grew up on a farm were naturally taught the truth at a young age.

2. Where can I get moral stories online?

You can get a collection of moral stories and amusing poems and stories on Vedantu for free. So keep reading the fun stories and poems and develop a good understanding of the language.