Jbgull 7

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So he napped on the ocean and skimped on his preening,
And his feathers grew damp and in need of a cleaning,
And he sat in the water and flew less and less
Was he a bird or a fish, was anyone’s guess.

Y descuidó la limpieza, en el mar hacía siesta,
Y con las plumas empapadas, hasta Juancho apesta.
Volaba cada vez menos, y le crecía la panza,
Si era pájaro o pez, era una azarosa adivinanza.

(c) Larry Gates, 2000 (text), Abby Rubinstein 2000 (illustration)

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