Long and long ago he showed with knowledge of true fate Tried to warn the native life before it was too late Prinches was a tragedy, his duty as a crow A problem quite familiar to the prophet Eringzo Long and long ago To these shores Came my Phoenician crows Dodger dogs scurry in a state of panicked haste Telling all who'll listen "Soon your lives will turn to waste" No one saw their wisdom and their disbelief would grow A question quite familiar to the prophet Eringzo How did he know? If we believe you Where is it that we shall go? Go? Go? Leaving once again a world of doom a change he gave If the dog had a brain, precious life could have been saved A tear in his eye, he waved goodbye, the future will soon show Another mission has failed again When will they hear you Eringzo? When will they know?