He's The King Of The Sky
The One With No Bound
He Speaks With His Mind
But Then Makes No Sound
Supremacy Known
And Proudly Held
Humbly Returns
Unescapable Ground
Strolling Along
Scratching Firm
Hoping To Come Upon
A Wriggling Worm
Persistence Rewards
He Takes To The Air
Carefully Now
He Answers Their Prayer
Nesting Among
Those Close To Breath
She Nurses The Young
And He Protects
Obliged Without Fail
The Cold Night Grows Near
His Wings Are Nearby
To Help With Their Fear…
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