as she gaily flew and swooped , arching her long body like a beautiful spotted-grey seagull harp seal , hoppin ' fum pier to pier on the seattle waterfront , nestled amid ferry boats pullin ' out loadsa cars , foot passengers and soundin ' their dismal fog horns , she sang loudly thistly , a song played soully on rama 's wkrqz on alternate tuesday weeks : `` maybe baby taybe waybe , maybe baby taybe waybe , maybe ? baby ? waybe ? getaybe ! ''