A Special Chicken Hawk

He's not just any chicken hawk, He's very special to me. With a hat on his head, a tie on his neck, And some shoes on his little feet. He's brown and tan, a little worn, Well loved you might as well say. He was my friend as a little child, I played with him night and day. I've grown attached to that chicken hawk, Even though I'm not a child anymore. He was my favorite, although he was stuffed, And he couldn't fly or soar. He's a very special chicken hawk, He's very special to me. With a hat on his head, and a tie on his neck, And some shoes on his chicken hawk feet.