Eagle, eagle,                                                                                are the stories of your beady eyes,                                          true, or just a lie?

Eagle, eagle,                                                                                 how can you soar so high over the horizon,                                    without having to rest?

Eagle, eagle,                                                                                      aren’t you worried about placing nest so high,                                that your cherished eggs will fall?

Eagle, eagle,                                                                                      with your talons so grippy,                                                                 you never have to worry about plummeting to the ground.

Eagle, eagle,                                                                                               how does it feel to be loaded with fame,                                          for being the most remarkable bird?