Ode to a bird
Marjory, we stopped,
But an eagle you were definitely not.
We could not leave you there alone,
So we picked you up and took you home.
The vet said you would be ok
and live to fly again someday.
Pleasant peasant pheasant, all three
You raised lots of laughs for mami and papi
Farewell to you, dear Marjory
Your forever in this family's rich history
