he searched afar, he searched anear
and made a secret wish.
He sat there one entire day
just hoping that his wishes
would be received without delay
so he could eat his fishes.
But fishermen came from the city
and cast their lines and nets
they caught so many, what a pity
to feed them to their pets.
And when the sun sank in the surf
and night was fast approaching
the pelican thought that on his turf
there ought to be no poaching.
So, with the speed of Pelicans
he ruffled all his feathers
and looked just like the Taliban
the king of Afghan weather.
Went over to the city slickers
and showed his giant beak
which did result in dirty nickers
he said: ‘It’s fish I seek’.
Then shook his head in sudden rage
so everything went flying
and gobbled quickly, at this stage
the catch that he’d been eyeing.
When he was full he turned around
slipped quickly into waves
and swam, then lifted off the ground
just thinking that the Braves
would always rule the world of food
and that a handsome Pelican
was always in the happy mood
to take the fish away from man.