Sid the seagull is on a date
He met her by the garden fete
I don't know what time he'll be home
As I am sure he cannot use a phone
I wonder where he'll take her to
Some fish restaurant on some pontoon
Some wild boat ride I'll be bound
Across the Solent or the Sound
I'm sure he'll have a tale to tell
Of pirates and the awful swell
Of how the wind was awfully breezy
And Sid's girlfriend got rather queasy
It's getting late
was that the gate
their home
Just In the nick of time
they've got wet feathers
they forgot their umbrellas
I do hope he had a halibut time.
