Arr. AArk!

Black-winged gulls are flying high
Like pirate sails in an ocean sky.

Their ship, on fresh waves, dips and dives,
The bow bird pirates keeping time.

They sail in windborne silence while
They scan the seas with piercing eyes:

One spies a likely treasure pile—
She swoops! The crew all falls in line …

They charge! the shallows, then they rise
Laden with pillage and victory cries,

Their sky ship waits, all blue, on high—
They board, some straggle up the sides,

They screech!––set sail, and as they ride
They sing their crimes with whooped delight.

With whooped delight, their big ship glides,
Far from the rising pillaged tide.

Steal away on into the night,
You fierce, seafaring birds of flight.