On Seeing An Injured Silver Gull

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.