So close to where he often played and hunted
Twelve metres from saltwater little more.
He opened his mouth as if gasping for air
And the grim reaper to him seems quite near
Though death a thing that he doesn’t know about
And what he does not know of he cannot fear.
At seal rock years ago when in his prime
Into a massive young bull he had grown
On a big and brave beach master he waged war
And laid claim to a harem of his own.
A few years later he finally was displaced
And though he did show courage in defeat
The victoriuos bull for him too young and strong
On his face still the scars left by sharp teeth.
He lay there helpless on the sandy shore
As the life from him it slowly ebbed away
He once had his own harem at seal rock
But like every dog every seal has his day.

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