Reminds me of the German poem "Storch und Schleiche" [1] (LLM translation):

  A stork once strolled by the pond's edge,
  where he spotted a blind slow-worm, a hedge.
  The stork exclaimed, "Oh, this is quite grand!"
  and devoured it, all, without a reprimand.

  The slow-worm lay in the stork's belly,
  and both found this situation rather smelly.
  The blind slow-worm then spoke with dismay,
  "Such horror!" and slipped through the back door away.

  The stork, vexed by this unhappy twist,
  couldn't believe he'd let the slow-worm persist.
  So, without hesitation or delay,
  he ate the slow-worm again the same way.

  He cleverly wedged the back door tight,
  so the blind slow-worm could not escape his sight.
  The stork called in, with a cunning tone:
  "Well, if you can, try escaping on your own!"

  The sly slow-worm found the front door clear,
  and promptly made his escape with no fear.
  But the stork, filled with anger and spite,
  ate the slow-worm once more, sealing his plight.

  In a crafty invention, the stork's mind did revel,
  he connected both doors to secure his prey well.
  Then, addressing the slow-worm inside without fail,
  "Now get ready for a round trip, without fail!"

[1] https://www.schwaben-kultur.de/home/stat/larchiv/447.html