How he reaches and stretches,
Just to extend those fabulous wings.
Grabbing all the up and down drafts,
That take him where you can see.
Soaring across the land he goes,
He does his country proud.
With his grace and his beauty,
His eyes always on what he sees.
The sharpness of his talons,
Makes his pray want to freeze.
His soaring and a flying so like a kite,
No wonder this is how he received his name.


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