By Roger Brown

 

 

NIGHT IS FALLEN AND THE COLD WIND MOANS,

I HAVE NEVER FELT SO FAR FROM HOME,

I AM CAST AWAY AND LEFT ALONE.

 

THE STARS ABOVE ME SEEM SO FAR AWAY,

IF THERE IS MORNING, WILL I SEE THE DAY?

WON'T SOMEONE COME AND CARRY ME AWAY?

 

S.O.S., S.O.S.,

S.O.S., S.O.S.

 

 

DIALOG:

 

A SEAGULL MADE A PERFECT LANDING BESIDE HIM.

"AH, YOU'VE GOT A PROBLEM?"

HE SPOKE ANIMO WITH A BROOKLYN ACCENT.

"I'VE JUST GOT PAWED OFF THE SHIP!"

"I KNOW, I'VE SEEN IT. YOU CAME OUT OF THERE LIKE A BULLET! 

I'M LOUEY, THE GULL. I RUN THIS TOWN! LET'S GET YOU BACK ON THE SHIP."

"YOU REALLY CAN? MY GROUP'S THERE, YOU SEE."

"GROUP? A BLOODGROUP? ARE YOU WOUNDED OR SOMETHING?"

"NO, I'M AN INTERNATIONAL STAR."

"YOU LOOK LIKE A MOUSE TO ME."

LOUEY TOOK THE STRAPS OF THE BRITISH AIRWAYS BAG IN HIS BEAK A LIFTED OFF LIKE A JUMBO.