I found a bald eagle soaring high
His colorful wings floating up in the sky
red white and blue his feathers did shine
with dreadlock hair and majesty divine
he soared in from the east like the rising sun
he let out a cry and was having fun
he swooped down low
to say hello
hello he said
do you have any bread
for a bald eagle as fair as me
my name is Phillipe can't you see
I fly from coast to coast
this great land I do boast
from sea to shining sea
if it's bread that you ask
that's a simple task
for Iowa is filled with corn
I'll bake you some bread for your noble endeavor
I'll do it right now the sooner the better
having baked the bread
I then said
Phillipe here is your bread and I hope you enjoy
for our meeting here has filled me with joy
goodbye Phillipe I hope you have fun
on your journey against the rising sun
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