A seabird came to Mana Isle.
"No Mates Nigel" he was nicknamed.
But Nigel, a nest did compile
For a bird, and his wooing aimed
At winning her heart for five years.
Constantly he attended her
With grooming and other endears,
Ever a gentleman for sure.
But she remained aloof and cold,
No matter how hard Nigel tried.
Still, a love story did unfold,
At least on Nigel's loving side.
Nigel was found dead just next to
The concrete bird he'd sought to woo.
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