The Eagle

The Eagle

The eagle
was making his rounds that day,

align="center"> but at that moment he wisked
away.

Away off his course,

away to New York.

align="center">He flew slow,

align="center"> he circled ever so low.

align="center">He hung his head down in shame,

align="center">as he looked down upon Satan's evil
game.

One tear slipped down his surly
cheek.

 He despised those who had
dared make him look weak!

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