Seagulls Circle My Head

Seagulls circle my head, looking for a place to land, I wave my arms frantically, so they will ignore my hair, a way to give them a scare. Seagulls circle my head, those darn birds are stubborn, they are persistent and arrogant, one dive bombs me without regret, as I smack it with a mighty threat. Seagulls circle my head, the attack continues from the mob, insisting to intimidate me from my spot, quickly I pick up my chair and run, several chasing me as they have fun. Seagulls circle my head, today I am protected by wearing a hat, and next to me a mighty water gun, they ignored me because I was prepared, ready to shoot and quick to be dared.