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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Fred The Hawk and his wife were most frightening to behold. No one got away from them; they were in a class so very bold. They had Fred Junior, most frightening, first time he was around. But he was something quite unique, it was soon abruptly found. With one hundred fifty birds to choose, he couldn’t snag even one. The Ballad of Fred Junior, was soon sung by each and everyone. His Mom and Dad worked daily to bring him up to his best speed. But even they had to eventually, concede to their ultimate defeat. Junior wasn’t like his Papa, and not like his Mama, regretfully, too. So they eventually left him at our bird feeder, and waved a fond adieu. Sink or swim little fellow, would become his motto, in the terrible end. For after missing everything, he saw a nasty squirrel, chattering at him. By now he was getting very hungry, and a tasty birdie would be nice. But he set sail, and grabbed that squirrel, and man was there was a fight. Unfortunately, Fred Junior was finally both: out manned, and out clawed. Later he was found, soaking his bum, in the birdbath, feeling flawed. True, he was not like his mama or his papa too, in what he could do. But he was someone very special, I will say, most assuredly, as I tell you! For there in my wood pile, he spied a little mouse, and with one pounce… He had his dinner at last! He became a great mouser… imagine that… The moral to my story is: We can’t always be…what we want to be… And you may not find it, on the very first try. But YOU each must… Find the special someone that… only YOU can be.
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