Jimmy was a pelican
Who lived by Venus Bay.
Every day he hoped some man
Would throw some fish his way.
He practised as the fishermen
Caught their fish each day,
To run to where they cleaned them
And threw the bones away.
All the birds came racing
Jimmy darted to the front,
Flapped his wings, and raised his beak,
And made a throaty grunt.
Finally a fisherman
Had cleaned his bucket full.
Jimmy watched that fateful hand
Swooped down on by a gull.
Now Jimmy had been training
His big, wide wings he flapped
His neck he lifted straining
His great long beak he clapped.
Jimmy took such sweet delight
In every tiny morsel.
He was not a bit polite,
Gobbling up the dorsal.
The moral of this story
Is to practise every day.
Soon you'll feel the glory.
Success is on your way.
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