On Holiday some years ago,

I met a Gull called Guile,

It may have not been his real name,

But it had a strange appeal,

He seemed an every friendly bird,

He was always at our side,

Perhaps his loyalty was just for food,

It’s something to decide,

But Guile was big and when we left,

I missed him as a friend,

But I’m sure his loyalty just changed,

So he’ll be feed until the end.