So, there was this sea gull...

I saw a sea gull flying by
and watched as on the beach he spied...


a cob of corn which lay nearby.


It was a crab-boil scrap, no doubt,
And he swooped down to check it out,


Then nibbled while it rolled about.


Suddenly a wave rushed in, grabbed his treat, then out again,

But he marched in and grabbed it back,

Triumphant with his corn cob snack,

And headed toward a seashore wrack...

Turning home I paused to say, "Mr. Gull, you've made my day,"

as he and cob flew far away.