He soars high up, a speck amidst the blue,
Spreading his wings and circling the clouds,
he is the hawk, ruler of the skies,
His knife sharp beak,
and hook like claws,
every small rodent's nightmare,
His sharp eyes,
no squirrel or rat,
no kitten or cat,
can escape.
He soars,
amidst the blues,
he is the hawk
king of birds.
His call,
a sound of terror,
for every creature,
he calls prey,
He is the hawk,
The king of the blue,
the king of birds,
and the terror of the skies.
