The Golden Eagle

Thou art the Golden Eagle,
swooping from Thy nest,
Tugging at those lesser things
and claiming to know best:

"The field mouse is a filthy fool
The fox is sickly sly;
The badger's tantamount to stool
and should be in the sty.

The rabbit is a greedy thief
who eats of others' crops;
And if, for men, one isn't grief,
up another pops.

As for frogs and serpents too,
they're quite alike to slime;
Frankly for bats extinction's due
And rats are nought but grime."

And yet these things below that crawl,
Thy Golden Beak all moist with muck,
Will through them day and nightly trawl
Until one day up there you're stuck.