brown speckled white the hawk has found his prey
beside the road and looks around with pride
he lives to hunt and soar another day
just sight of him makes northern air less grey
this happy king on campbellton roadside
brown speckled white the hawk has found his prey
just as in times of marl hole or red clay
this ruling bird with nothing here to hide
he lives to hunt and soar another day
just one more immigrant who makes his way
in colder places but still mice abide
brown speckled white the hawk has found his prey
no creature pauses to contest his sway
the turnings of the circles coincide
he lives to hunt and soar another day
you find the name i know that i can say
and all the facts that cannot be denied
brown speckled white the hawk has found his prey
he lives to hunt and soar another day
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