The Falcon

Oh, the falcon was a pretty bird
 Wandered as she flew
 She danced around and pranced around
 Wherever the warm winds blew
 And the falcon was a pretty bird
 Her voice was always still
 But men with drums and men with guns
 They taught her how to kill
 Her eye was on the sparrow
 Her mind was on the dove
 But no one cared and no one dared
 To speak to her of love
 Her eyes are always hooded
 Her claws are sharp as steel
 We teach her not to see too much
 We teach her not to feel
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 Go build you a log cabin
 On a mountain so high
 And hear the feathered war-birds yell
 As she goes screaming by
 She'll tease you, she'll please you
 She'll satisfy your needs
 But someday she might turn around
 And maul the hand that feeds
 Your hours might be numbered
 Your end might come someday
 Go break her chain and free her brain
 And send her on her way
 And the falcon is a pretty bird
 Wonders as she flies
 She asks us easy questions
 We tell her easy lies