Black Swan Out of its Depth

Another quiet moment, sitting by the river, admiring a visiting black swan.  Someone tell me how not to feel sorry for this bird that is such a long way from home:

The black headed gulls do nothing but shriek
And the Canada geese chase me off with their beaks.
It’s not my intention to join in the chase,
For I’m looking for friendship and a group of good mates.
So, please, let me in to join in your play,
For I don’t want to be ‘Billy-no-mates’ today.