The vulture sits and watches us
From on top of the tallest tree.
He sits and waits for who knows what;
Perhaps his dinner is me.
From on top of the tallest tree.
He sits and waits for who knows what;
Perhaps his dinner is me.
THE VULTURE
By: Frederick Laird
By: Frederick Laird
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