The majestic bird of prey,
riding the winds of the northern hemisphere,
is a beautiful vulture, some would say,
ruling the air of its atmosphere.
His desire is absolute without haste.
It’s time for him to find a mate.
May he listen unto the like of a beagle,
So is the task of the great eagle.
Bold he is, strong his stare,
The symbol of fifty states.
Searching for a companion, he must bear.
Choosing her forever is his fate.
She’ll dive to certain death;
He’ll fly beneath her, carrying the weight.
He takes care of her till his dying breath.
His union can only be called “Regal.”
Such is the goal of the great eagle!