I saw you in the rain
You looked so frail
I must heal your pain
But the kids say I must pay
Money, money their demand
But to me it seem like free
Holding you in my hand
Your freedom I guaranty
Your breath was running deep
Your eyes were looking weak
But your stealth, your zeal
They showed on your beak
I’ll keep your in my sink
Watch you while I think
I like the way you wink
It really aids my ink
Am sure to find your feed
Can’t wait to see you fit
Very soon you’ll fly
Oh Aquila, to the sky
