Sausage dog, fat bachicha
He sunbathes by the sea
He's got a sailor hat
And instead of a suit he put on a collar
A kinda dim seagull, cross-eyed and with a worried face
Comes gliding, looking for breakfast for her chick
Soon she lands because she spots a critter as fat as a sausage
She says, 'How tasty!' and, opening her beak
She snags the little dog like a shrimp
Sausage dog, cool and calm
Thinks he's flying in a helicopter
That big bird, how she rocks him
Between the clouds and over the sea
That's how she hauls him right to the cave
Where the chick got tired of waiting
She serves hare for cat on the plate
Something that can happen to us all
The chick chirps with energy
He says, 'Mom, your radar has failed you'
The breakfast is really doggy
When I peck it, it starts to bark
Mrs. Seagull goes and gets all riled up
The sausage dog gives her a bite
Feathers fly from here to there
Mrs. Seagull, eye in compote
Sausage dog with more than one bump
That's how the rumpus ends
I hope that it'll serve as a lesson
Whoever goes to the beach
Should distrust a flight
And above all make sure