Sky or Sea

I am a Scrubtit, I fly a heap,

I wish I clould dive deep.

The sky is my home,

Sometimes, I feel alone.

The current pushes me away,

This is where I choose to stay.

I'm all alone in King Island Bay,

But there's nowhere to stay.

If I had a choice,

I would trade my welping wings

For a pair of fantastic fins,

Then I would swim, day and night, without a fight.

Is it too much to ask for ?

'Cause all I want is a family.

Somewhere to call home,

Somewhere I'm not all alone.