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Bill Simmons


The Hawk


Up above the hawk it flies, Can you see me fly
Up and above and over the trees
High up in the sky,

Why, I can see A good mile away
A flea on a mouse
Yeah, I see my prey,

Then along came people, They chop down our trees
Wasn't bad at first
The mice I clearly could see,

But they wouldn't stop No, that wasn't enough
First they chop down the trees
Then start building up,

Now tall buildings stand, And the forest almost gone
Even my own tree
I once called it home,

Among all these buildings, That reach way up high
Even I have to maneuver
Sometimes to get by,

I tell you these people, They can cause a mess
But that's all right, I a Hawk
I can stand any test,

The mice seem they few, At least are hardly seen
But I get along
My senses are keen,

So to all you people, You just have a good life
Eat up all them doughnuts
And get all fat inside,

But one day, When you look up and say, Hey!
And that doughnut in your hand
Why, it just flew away!

It will be all right friend, I just carried it away
Sometimes still despite it all
For what we do we got to pay!


Copyright 2005 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar@aol.com

Submitted: Sunday, November 20, 2005

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