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.