Awaken to dawn of a brand new day,
As the sun takes your mind
And carries it away.
High up above the Eagle does soar;
As his freedom reigns
He hasn’t a care in the world.
He screams loud and clear;
“Come, follow me. Look and see life’s true beauty!”
The chipmunk and squirrel
in the tree stop their play,
Expressions showing their great dismay.
“You know,” says the squirrel, “he’s one to admire.
For freedom lies
where the Eagle flies.”