A bird of prey,
Is what they say,
But I do not like meat.
Instead some greens,
And grassy things,
Now that is what I would eat.
Some broccoli,
Some celery,
That, my friends, is a spread!
Instead of meat,
A lovely treat,
Would be something that isn’t yet dead.
Swooping low,
And high on toe,
Just to grab a hare,
Would seem okay,
To a bird of prey,
But to me it just isn’t fair.
If we should taste,
Instead of make haste,
And follow our prey’s diet.
You may see,
Just like me,
You’ll like it if you try it!
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