The hawk happily carried the curds home,
But a wind blew him and blew him and blew him,
All the way to the coast of the city of Rome,
Where he lay in the sand 'till the light grew dim.
The hawk looked at the water,
And what a shock greeted him,
For the water, which was as thick as batter,
Showed he was an eagle, sleek and slim.
A/N: Ha! Bet you didn't see that coming! And thus the poem ends, the hawk is an eagle after all!