Along the Roaring Forties south of Australia
Cold winds blow, free around the globe
A great navigator is flying the icy fringes of Antartica
The Albatross’s home on the ocean’s cold robe
Gone for months gliding over the waves
Bad weather a detail in its free flight so brave
As it lives its life far from shore and nests and home
In a model of free energy using wind power alone
Hovering low over the icy ocean caps
Cold spray never minded in its low air attack
Hunting fish in the sea never looking at maps
Gliding free over waves in its ocean track