Proud Eagle

There was an eagle that proudly flew Over the mountains what a view He would soar high on the currents Swoop to feed on the salmon roe High on thermal currents on day Way down under a rose did lay On a trellis spreading its tendrils All around, playing walking minstrels On lone bloom on the rose spread On the breeze waved its sleepy head The eagle wanted to smell the rose So he swooped and caught with toes But who caught whom Is what I say On the fatal summer day In the month of May