The look-out in the birds nest shouted "Ahoy" all the time
He had Tourette's and a dirty vest
And his eyesight wasn't fine
They told him that he shouldn't shout
Unless he had spotted land
He held his hand out just to wave,
And a Gull shat on his hand.
It wasn't his day.
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