He hopped on lake shore pity the poor thing
As he could not fly he had a drooping wing
And the future look bleak for bird that cannoy fly
And one more silver gull condemned to die.
The only gull in Lysterfield today
His flock not here his friends are miles away
His friends without him perhaps gone to see
Oh pity him he deserve sympathy.
He's lost the thing the sea bird most enjoy
The gift of flight the freedom of the sky
The freedom to come and go at his own whim
His drooping injured wing has grounded him.
He cannot fly some thirty miles or more
From his own natural home the ocean shore
A crippled bird his life draws to a close
As he can't escape now from his many foes.
For drooping wing with his life he will pay
As for dog or cat or fox he's easy prey
And pity him if just for pity sake
This injured seabird by an inland lake.
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