He thought he was upon a ship

And miles away from land -

But he was just a seagull

Who didn’t understand;

The mast he rode so proudly

A flagpole – nothing more,

The smell of fish was Billingsgate,

The noise – the Traffic’s roar.

No crashing ocean breakers,

No silver flash of fish,

No homing ship to follow -

A lonely seagull’s wish.

But still he gazed around him

And saw what he would see,

A cloudless sky above him,

Below the shining sea.