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,
Triumphant with his corn cob snack,
And headed toward a seashore wrack...