With eyes to the scrub for small creature to kill
A monarch of the sky soaring above Tower Hill
Australia's largest avian predator of feathers dark brown
One who likes to live far from the noisy big town
Slowly circling whilst hovering at such a great height
An airborne wedge tail eagle makes for an amazing sight
The fearless one who does have death in it's cry
The unrivaled monarch of the southern sky
It is a fact of Nature and facts never lie
For it for to live some small creature has to die
The evening calm and pleasant scarce a puff of breeze
And the weather temperature near perfect around twenty degrees
And the dark brown avian hunter with death in it's cry
Above old Tower Hill is circling in the sky.
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