buteo jamaicensis

brown speckled white the hawk has found his prey

beside the road and looks around with pride

he lives to hunt and soar another day

 

just sight of him makes northern air less grey

this happy king on campbellton roadside

brown speckled white the hawk has found his prey

 

just as in times of marl hole or red clay

this ruling bird with nothing here to hide

he lives to hunt and soar another day

 

just one more immigrant who makes his way

in colder places but still mice abide

brown speckled white the hawk has found his prey

 

no creature pauses to contest his sway

the turnings of the circles coincide

he lives to hunt and soar another day

 

you find the name i know that i can say

and all the facts that cannot be denied

brown speckled white the hawk has found his prey

he lives to hunt and soar another day