Prevod

(What a ridiculous figure plagiarists cut when they write centos.) The clumsy Bustard knew How heavily her offspring flew, And longed to hatch a lighter brood, Even if not her own flesh and blood. To this end, she stole many eggs, 5 From hobby falcon, goldfinch, and dove, From partridge and turtledove, And kept them mingled in her nest. For a long time she sat upon them; And though many proved barren, 10 The rest at last brought forth A host of lovely birds of different kinds. The Bustard invited a thousand birds To show off her brood so new; Each bird took its own chicks away, 15 And there stood the Bustard in all her glory. You who sit hatching others’ works, Come, send your brood out flying. Each author will soon say, “That one’s mine”; And we shall see what is left for you. 20