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| Flint |
Well, this is some journey: a real first for me
They're asking me to travel by blue Irish sea.
Not by air, or by my own steam.
I am to travel by ferry: a man-made thing.
They'll load me on a trailer and ask me to stand still
Then we'll set off and I will feel ill.
That's normal you see. Don't worry at all!
“Flint!”, they tell me, “You're sea-sick, that's all.”
I'll get time to recover, and my legs will adjust.
This equines' sea travel is simply a must.
Two-legs: she missed me and sent me a crow,
who told me a journey to Ireland I must go!
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