Seagulls fly
And keep an eye
On any thing I
Might eat
I see them spy
My sandwich on rye
Hoping the I
Won't eat
Hoping I'll care
And possibly share
A portion that's fair
To me
So the crust I don't eat
And leave on my seat
I get on my feet
And leave
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