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A shag (cormorant) has been eating the fish in my dam (lake)

Come land, you mongrel, on that jutting snag,
By your disgusting droppings washed with white.
It’s twilight, but before the fall of night,
My rifle says I’ll have me one dead shag.

You feathered terrorist of perch and cod.
You serpent of the waters and the sky.
Before the day is spent, here you will die.
Prepare, you thieving bird, to meet your god.

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