The seagulls and the crows
were lined up in rows,
waiting to see the movie;
the crows had booked,
but the seagulls overlooked
booking in advance,
they were lucky, by chance,
that it wasn’t that busy tonight.
The crows were in rows A, B and C,
row C, obviously;
the seagulls just perched
wherever they could,
and awaited the start of the film;
a Hitchcock classic,
not a Park, Jurassic,
was what they had flocked here for,
they had heard the words
of Little Miss Muffet,
who, whilst eating her whey,
and supping her curds,
atop of a grassy tuffet,
had spread the news,
‘Tonight, at the flicks,
they are showing The Birds!’
