The Queen of Seagulls is wathing, Hoopjumping amuses the flock, Click of the beak, Her highness is bored, Playing with her younglings horde.
And then some more will come, To squeack around and spin, eggs are laid down, they're young and all so alike. Some drown at sea, get eaten, or starve, Fruit of the poisonous tree, FLesh of the flesh Thus is the law.
Black beady eyes don't blink, Heads turned to the safe side, Soft smell of flesh is so soothing, Inviting to come by.
And then some more will come, To squeack around and spin, eggs are laid down, they're young and all so alike. Some drown at sea, get eaten, or starve, Fruit of the poisonous tree, FLesh of the flesh Thus is the call.
She will protect the sick, She'll punish the wicked ones, and then tend their wounds She'll sing babies to sleep, She will support and provide
Oh glorious Queen of Seaguls, All hail Queen of Seaguls.