Fierce prince amongst the woodland alder boughs,
Winged fury how thy hovering endows
Thee with the keenest skill to pluck the fly
From out the web; The spider's clustered eyes
Are burning with reflections of it ire,
Reflections of thy burning crest of fire.
Prince of the birds thy intellect outflew
Most mighty eagle, all hold it is true.
Ye hid beneath the proudful eagle's tail,
There scheming that the rightful king be hailed.
For he who flew the furthest up on high
Would claim the orb and sceptre of the skies.
And when thy adversary stalled and tired
Ye leapt from out his tail and thus aspired
To gain the apogee and give the cry.
'I firecrest now am king amongst the wise.'
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