The Eagle Screams
I sin the American Efigie. And iny wint; flap tojiether. I.ikewi'se, I roost high, And I ent banunus rau . Kome mav sit on her Seven hills and howl, Min slie can uot Sit on me ! Will she please put tlia! In her urgan and grind il? I urn inostly a bint of peaee, And I waa born without teetb. Hut I've got talons, That reach froni the BtormBeuten coasts of the Atlantic To the golden shores of the Plocid Pacific. And I use the Rocky Mountalns As whetstones to Bbarpon theiu on. I never cackle till I l.ny an egg; And I point witli prlde 'l'o the egffa I've laid In the last hundred yeare or so. ['m iraine froni The polnt of my v.k To the star-spangled tip of my tail Eeathers, .nd wlien I begin To scratch gravel. M ind yonr eye '. l'm the Cock of the Valk, Aud the Henbird of the uoddess of Liberty. The onlj sullitiĆ¼-K pluriburt ununi Un record. I in mi Kagle froni Eagleville. With ascream on me that makea Thunder sound like Dropping eotton t n u still morning, And my present aadress i Hall Colombia, I . 8.A.II See .'
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