Her wings are covered with thick feathers,
god gave her that protection,
for the forth coming winter weathers,
her head is a pretty imperial red,
always the truth she said,
her eyes are like the sky, aglow,
every morning with joy in her heart she soars higher and high,
her legs are strong and mighty,
that is the way god made it to be.
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