For years I've been building my nest
Stick after stick nice and pressed
I finally get my nest built with small repairs on the way
Watching my little naked birds growing and gaining adult feathers everyday
As time goes my little birds are ready for Eagle Academy
They have their ups and downs what can I say they are boys guaranteed
Soon my little feathery birdies are growing like weeds
They begin to find mates some good and some not to proceed
I soon teach my little ball of feathers how to fly
They start catching their own food flying high
Soon my beautiful nest has become smaller
I start to lose my falter
My little birdies have grown into perfect eagles
I just sit and shake my head how can all of this be legal
Now that little nest I built stick by stick
Is so empty that it feels extinct
I continue to keep the nest cozy and warm
Just incase they run into a bad storm
My beautiful birdies have grown up and started a nest of their own
Now I feel all alone
