It was on a sunny Monday morning
And it was with the gulls we learned to fly,
A nest overlooked the playground, warming
With the heart of our parents’ first goodbyes.
We thought ourselves big girls then, hand in hand
Like we knew we’d found a playmate for life;
We were both stragglers of foreign lands,
I was from Glasgow, and you were from Fife.
The kids will go rotten like apple cores
While you and I stay back to sing bird songs,
The sky was something we meant to explore
‘Fore we learned that seven years wasn’t long.
We were called to spring by a fox-like man
This was not a hunt but, like chicks, we ran.