Oh how I long to fly
And soar through the night sky
But instead I am trapped on ground
Until my wings are found
So instead I will find a way
To get as close as I can to my dreams everyday;

I climb up high in an old oak tree
Now I feel much more free
But it's not my taste
Oh, what a waste;

So I try to fly in a pool
After all, water is sky drool
But I do not have any fins or gills
Buckets of water are not for my sky wills;

So now on land I will stay
Until I think up a new way
To enter sky and leave the ground
But I cannot do that until my wings are found.