I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Grey rather than white,
A seagull flew right through me,
And gave me such a fright.

His bill had punctured me,
And I began to rain,
I bled and bled my cargo,
But still I felt no pain.

The seagull flew right on,
And dropped his cargo too,
A chip eating seaside goer,
All splattered with poo!

So while I wander like a cloud,
And sometimes I feel grey,
At least I have no smelly shroud,
And I'm all-white today!