There once was a bird named Johnny B. Gull,
Who was proud of his feathers and his very shapely skull.
He was a competent gull and knew all the tricks,
Where the fishing boats went and where to soar just for kicks.
Había una vez un ave, Juancho C. Gaviota
De fino plumaje, muy ágil, ningún idiota
Era una gaviota entera, y sabía cada maña,
Donde andaban los pescadores, de Perú a España.
(c) Larry Gates, 2000 (text), Abby Rubinstein 2000 (illustration)