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 panatase 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? 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