Warlord of the Royal Crocodiles
Handsome as life He`s our lord and we trust in him To move like the wind As our friend and guardian. The elements and oceans congregate on his brow And he stalks in style like a royal crocodile. His chariot legs Are tree green and autumn brown His crown of dusk is a glimpse of things to be. In palaces and temples near the dwellings of man If he can he`ll smile `cos he`s a Royal Crocodile.