Surely he is as he always been,
flying between the crowded bend.
The people lift their eyes as he knew they would,
To see his Beautiful wings, his Delighted beak
He loves the attention, craves it you see.
For this is Horus king of egypt, and when he bellows his
mighty call they smile and point. He loves it all, if he could smile
he would but he's a bird so he won't.
But he craves attention like us all.