for any ruffian of the sky
            
               your kingbird doesn’t give a damn-
            
               his royal warcry is I AM
            
               and he’s the soul of chivalry
            
                
            
               in terror of whose furious beak
            
               (as sweetly singing creatures know)
            
               cringes the hugest heartless hawk
            
               and veers the vast most crafty crow
            
                          (E.E. Cummings)