Let the cubs devour the lions
Let the puppies bark at the dogs
If the kids can break the horns of the goats
Then the waters will be still.
For when the cows eat all the hay
Then the calves must stand at bay
For even a pandemonium of parrots
Cannot finish a plantation of carrots
The streams will dry on that day
The sky will cry on that day
There will be thunders of woes
To strike these hunters and foes
What goes around, comes around
Old bones around must go underground
For this is a chance to devour the rigor
Forming alliance to favor our vigor
Alas! We are like sheep without shepherd
Alas! We all weep without being heard
The end, they say, justifies the means
But now the means must justify the end
The time is now, the clock is ticking
The line is drawn for swords to stick-in.
Take heed and flee, for dawn is near
You weeds and fleas’ll die by spear.