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.