The bull has come to terms with death,
So He sings a solemn cry,
His body slips beneath the waves,
So long and goodbye

The crane has urged again His needs,
Among them dreams to fly,
Never will His wings reach,
So long and goodbye

The frog is deep in meditation,
Feeding off the world's frustration,
He finds himself a wicked lie,
And belts it out to all Creation

They beg the sage,
"Oh, sage, give breath!"
He utters soft yet fast they run,
A simple phrase,
With simple fun,
"Seek a man of sound decision?
Find him first with perfect vision..."