Hull Hull Hull I cry
As I fly overhead
Dawn chorus time
I mustn't be late
All the sweet birdsong
Is filling the air
But my hulls dont fit in
'Cos the seabird can't sing
It just Hulls a cry instead
Hull Hull Hull
Is the best I do
A pest in this choir
Who sings a tuneless tune
Oh, to be like the songbird
Singing in the tree
Instead of a gull
Living by the sea
But then again...
Songbirds can't fish like me!
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