Hail To You, Mr Eagle
Hail to you, Mr. Eagle:
You're a national treasure
By monetary measure--
On the back of our dollar
Symbolism plain to history scholars.
Thirteen stars float above you
The first colonies do so glow
Twelve arrows in your claw down low
The Nation of Israel's Tribes for to show.
Hail to you, Mr. Eagle;
How you soar as you fly
Massive wingspan seeking
Nirvana high in the sky.
Torpedo-like you dive for your prey
Scattering innocent creatures in your way
As you eye the target of your next feast
Never pausing to reflect in the least
That the olive branch you clutch in your claw
Is an anomaly bizarre, unlike the lucky law
That protects you from hunters--
Your anguished caw eternal
Were it to exit your maw.
Hail to you, Mr. Eagle:
Denizen of ethereal regions of azure-blue sky
Heaven forfend you should meet an untimely end--
At the point of a bullet
Whose irreverent marksman's
Trigger-finger did pull it.
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