You feel like an eagle, so proud of your wings

Soar high, soar high, be faster than the wind

Your showy peacock feather glittering in the sun

Blinding the poor fellow, you so desire to charm Farther you fly, further you flap your wings


On top of a high mountain you think you own the sky

Looking at all others as they crawl to the zenith high

Smiling to yourself you swear- they couldn't go that far

You chirp and chirp as smarter as you can

You think you own wisdom

The creatures at your command

Your little voice echoes to plains and hills and mounts

You think you hear the thunder, whispers as you speak up

You're so powerful, you assume yourself you are

But fellow, I'm so sorry...

I have to wake you up!