A ring billed gull - that is my name,
And guess where I got that name from.
Yep, a brownish ring does frame
My yellow bill toward the tip some.
Most of my feathered bod is white,
With lofted wings of silver gray,
That take me soaring in aimed flight
To find a snack to snatch away
From the bounty of human crowd,
Who are such litter bugs of hand.
I chortle thanks in calls out loud.
I like to fly o'er where folks stand.
Come visit the Lincoln Park Zoo,
And maybe I will drop on you.
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