The bad worms
Creeping out in the open
One by one is hitting back
At the fallen eagle
His wings injured
During the strong wind
Causing it to lose control
Plunges down to the ground
Now the bad worms
Living and hiding ago
Suddenly smells the chance
Belting it with poison saliva
The fallen eagle struggles
Knowing now it has no power
The bad worms crawl out to hit
Though they are still afraid
They hear the clue
“Our boys on the field”
The fallen eagle struggles
It has to fly to the sky
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