THE SEAGULLS ARE WATCHING

 

The Seagulls are watching

They know what you eat

They’ll mug you for something

To shove down their beak

 

They like a nice pastie

They’ll steal from your lips

They’ll dive bomb and swoop

And nick all your chips

 

Relaxing in sunshine 

A holiday dream

Then they’ll feather and flap you

And splat your ice cream

 

Watch out as you walk

Down the streets of St Ives

For those Peregrine Falcons

In Seagull disguise

 

Ste Bee