I see the sea,
the icy sea,
where terns take turns
to hunt for tea.
Forty terns return to see
what's swimming in the icy sea
that might be tasty
for their tea.
Turning terns fly over sea
sharp eyes focussed
strain to see
for fishing is
how they get tea.
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