I saw a seagull flying at the beach.

He flew in circles looking for some fish.

I kept my picnic lunch out of his reach

And suddenly remembered my old wish.

To fly so high with clouds up in the air

Would be a dream come true for every child.

I’d fly as high as any bird, would he dare,

When winds blew strong or very mild.

Some days have wind that blow a bird back;

Against that force they try their very best.

If they could speak I bet they’ know the herd’s quack,

But since they can't, they fly without a rest.

I’m glad this wish of mine will never be

Because a seagull’s life is always an ever-flee.