He flies high above all the others,
Declaring soverienty to sisters and brothers
Arrogant and haughty he may seem,
Believed himself better than all
Saying to all, "Bow to me!"
Then one day, when the sun was tall,
All of his feathers did start to fall.
Fall, fall, fall from his body, they did
All the while they fell, his grace did too.
His flock laughed and mocked at him,
Pride, once his comfort, was now shame.
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