Well... not Stork, but Ibis. And not a church, just a house... But a cute poem nonetheless.

The Stork's Vocation by Edgar Alfred Bowring

The stork who worms and frogs devours
That in our ponds reside,
Why should he dwell on high church-towers,
With which he's not allied?

Incessantly he chatters there,
And gives our ears no rest;
But neither old nor young can dare
To drive him from his nest.

I humbly ask it, — how can he
Give of his title proof,
Save by his happy tendency
To soil the church's roof?

Poem #13
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