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.
