Many birds flock ’round the ferry,
Though to us ’tisn’t very scary,
To prey on man they have no wish,
Their only aim is a dish of fish.
The bandit osprey with dark eye stripes
Clutches his catch as through the air he knifes.
He bends and devours the fish in his talons
As he keeps on the number 3 piling his balance.
The car-laden ferry is blazoned “Surry,”
As it smoothly speeds we have no worry.
While we ride from Jamestown to Scotland bank
For a father’s health our God we thank.