Don’t try to fight him
He’ll scrunch your bone
He’s a man on his own
Though the eagle is bald
He’s not too mean
He flies to lighten day
His tail is clean
Though the eagle is bald
But don’t go too near
He’ll pierce you with his beak
Not too mean doesn’t mean you need not fear
The eagle. Though he’s bald
Let’s fix his wing
But let it be carefully done
Call the hair stylist, let the bells ring
The eagle is bald…let’s save him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem