“My Hairy Canary” by James Aitchison

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I went to feed my hairy canary
When a bald eagle swept down low.
That made my canary very contrary
So the eagle had to go.
There’s nothing more scary
Than a hairy canary —
It’s really very clear.
Even an eagle,
Disguised as a beagle,
Had better not come too near.

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