Bald Eagle
The bald eagle has many fans
Both the old and the new
A little crowd in the stands
Watches his every move
We look at him with spotting scopes
And give our oohs and aahs
He preens as he spends his day
In his nest big and tall
Each prefers a lake or river
That is plentiful with fish
Talons catch a scaly dinner
That he feeds to his little chicks
The mighty thermals help lift him up
With his colors showing there
There’s no mistaking his identity
He is beautiful beyond compare
He returns to perch in his nest
For all of us to see
There he passes the numbers test
with his little family