Seagull

The Seabird flies its’ salty route

Through endless seas of ill-repute

It’s coming home to see its’ kin

A month or two it’s really been

Since it left to find some berries

Instead it found the Manly ferry

And met a lovely man named Terry

Who thought it right to give it some

Lasagna bake and half a scone

The seagull fam will eat tonight

The future’s never looked so bright

The seagull flaps with all his might

To get home in time for dinner.