Bird of a Feather

With the shot of the sling, the red bird takes flight.

To save all the eggs, to enter the fight.

The pigs keep their vigil, but they're just sitting targets,

Like the first little pig, they must go to the market.

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But some of the ungulates are staying at home,

So the red bird flies near, soaring alone.

It has no wings, yet still moves through the air,

And the pigs they watch on, with fear and despair.

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The red bird it hits, a fortress, it falls.

Shatters the wood, breaks down the walls.

The pigs let out oinks, the red bird loses feathers,

It falls under the rubble, body under the weather.

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So the conflict drags on, more birds go to soar,

Long must continue the egg snatching war.

But the rubble remains, marking the grave,

Of a bird who struck true, a hero so brave.