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.