Friday, May 18, 2007

"The Triplet Gang"

Side by side they roam the planks
Wharf whiffling for a free meal
The dive bombers
Have had a hard day at sea
Looking for a fish they can steal
It's their famous staring game
They know how to play it well
Six beady eyes staring you down
Only a meal will quell
They are the pelican kings
Birds clear the way when they arrive
Like statues they remain in their place
Barely looking alive
The whifflers shake their mean beaks
Acting like beatnicks without fear
You will end up feeding them eventually
So they will leave the pier
Night fishing is the only way
To avoid their glaring eyes
Early in the morn they are there once again
For they are old and wise
Gentle pelicans of the sea

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