Oh, it's true that the lyrebird could sing a sweet song,
And it's true that the nightingale could sing along,
But Keepers of Song, how could you forget the seagull?

Alas, all night he squawks and cries for attention,
Though of course his shrill voice goes without mention,
But then, who would think to sing with a seagull?

For though the silent swan glides without a care,
And the owl fixes those nearby with an unnerving stare,
Friends, have you ever met an aloof seagull?

Yet I heard tell of a Goddess who took a moment to ask,
This forlorn seagull as he warbled past,
"Why has you so upset, dear seagull?"

Embarrassed, he shared his sad and lonely fate,
But the Divine replied, neither unkind nor irate,
"Then sing to Me as I sculpt, little seagull."

And true, his voice still remains quite a fright,
Whether he squawks over the sea day or night,
But the Lady Carakhan still loves her dear friend, the seagull.