Up For What?

A Cormorant from Cromarty croaked this ditty while flying underneath us as we stood on the shitty cliffs; rendering it forthwith and right about now was the least we could do so we did little, the rocks were sand beneath our toes from that height, though one set of feet were less hairy, the other set were less smelly.

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