Seabird illustration by Lionel Edwards
by Edric G. Roberts
He’s not very young and he’s not very sound,
He’s not very fast, now, they say,
But nobody knows every inch of the ground
Like Seabird, the dealer’s old grey.
He’s hunted more years than I care to recall,
He’s carried us all in his day,
But no one has ever experienced a fall
On Seabird, the dealer’s old grey.
He knows the whole thing from beginning to end,
He’s artful and likes his own way,
But no one would hesitate mounting a friend
On Seabird, the dealer’s old grey.
His good reputation has spread far and wide,
His name is a byword, today,
And everyone takes quite a personal pride
In Seabird, the dealer’s old grey.
He’s never been known to be sorry or sick,
He’s out from September to May;
So, here’s wishing good luck—to the very last kick—
To Seabird, the dealer’s old grey.
Posted November 6, 2015