A flock of seagulls flies over San Francisco
The air is crisp and the sun is radiant
The leader looks down and smells fresh dough
A large crowd has gathered to watch a good game
The flock flies closer and the crowd swiftly scatters
Fresh sourdough makes the flock fly faster.
They scatter to pick at the crumbs
The game is about to begin
The crowd roars in delight
The birds don’t care for they are hungry
The crowd roars as 22 grown men crash against one another.
The flock looks for water
Crumbs makes them thirsty
The game comes to a close with the victor riding into the sunset
The seagulls gather together, their daily quest complete.
They fly away, off into the sunset, where the victorious reside.