"An albatross has flown across",
as though it was a common crow,
"Its ten foot pinions have got stuck, oh! what
bad luck, between the red wall and the cream.
We sprang to unspring his pinions, "Thanks"
he snorted salt down his flutey nose;
"May I give you lift before I land?
"I'm afraid that may not be for some six years".
"That's fine, Lympstone's outgrown me."
"Well, when we land it will be wild and windy,
"my birthplace, where I hope to wed
and leave white pompom chicks on Taiaroa Head*".
*South Island, New Zealand