I am a Seagull, flying in the sky
flying and flying, way up high,
I halt on the sand hoping for a rest,
but every time someone’s near I’ll do what I do best.
To fly away over the sea
and laugh a lot with glee,
I wait and wait thinking where to land,
but then I see something, something that’s called seaweed.
And I see something bright, brighter than the sun,
a seashell that has many colours and brightly, brightly shun.
I grabbed the shell and flew away
hoping to keep it close and never let go someway.
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