The eagle is a pompous creature It reeks of regality and significance It’s superfluous and ignorant How does the eagle maintain its status? It preys on the weary and down trodden The rodents that scurry over the ground With their own purpose and cause Yet the eagle is paramount It destroys these lesser beings It is the perfect balance of power and intelligence Just as it represented the great leaders Napoleon and ****** to name a few Ben Franklin understood The turkey he said should be the bird I’d rather be the turkey The turkey does not hurt the field mouse It is a symbol of bounty and pleasure Following its own agenda to its own accord Right till its dyeing breath it gives to others Far more majestic than the mighty eagle It can continue its majesty after death When the turkey becomes a feast The mighty eagle with all its intelligence Its power, its pomp and circumstance Is nothing but road **** smeared across the pavement