When there was hunger in the land
you flew high, kept clear of the coast.
Pristine you were in the days before
good time and polluted sea.

When there was hunger in the land
we hunted you and stole your eggs
laid on the dark, wind swept berg
where the outer sea begins.

When there was hunger in the land
we ate your flesh it was tough and
tasted of cod liver oil, we owe you
our lives.

Now that time is good but alas, seas
are filthy you have trekked inland and
are farmers nuisance we kill you for
that but leave your flesh to rot.