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Wruar do the great seagulls see
When they fly far, far away?
Other small children like me,

Digging and wading all day?

All sorts of children at play

See their wide wings shining white,
Thats in the sunshiny day,

What do the gulls do at night?

When the sun sinks round and red,
_ Then colours all disappear,

All the good gulls go to bed, :

Just like good children, my dear.

Lidith Bland.