Sid the seagull loved his chips
not for him to follow ships
steady now, it looks like vomit
that eel`s too round - oh! a grommit
He scans the City streets below
where Human habits are to throw
please toss that curry carton dear
or hungers ugly head will rear
Sid sides-slips in the Winter`s air
It`s all or nothing, to be fair
Gasping now with air brakes on
dumping weight on paint that shone
Now, stomach full and at no cost
Sid looks down on the freedom lost
not for them land, sea and sky
Bi-ped creatures, you should cry.
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