What If We Were Seagulls

What if I were a seagull and you, my little chick
Round bathing huts and sailboats with frolic just for kicks
Plain hide and sea crun steeples and blocks of flats and wind veins
Watch out, we're flying high, mong’s kites, baloons and airplanes

An early old car playground, our den, a cherry tree
And our circus skills amazing, think what acrobats would be
A Sunday meal I'd cook for you, say, be it a lomelette
And after herring ice cream and cod -flavored crisp cornets

Then I would snuggle up to you in our seagull colony
My baby, I would make sure you were happy, strong and free