A masculine roar is uttered loud
And thus the beasts so scared of sound
Started spinning all round
Hearing voice of anger
Fearing wrath of nature
And so they listened to the speech
And so they suffered each to each

And then another roar was made
But sadly much the same
And all the beasts gave in
But seeking it therein
T’was much the same they said
And off they went to bed

And yet another roar was cried
And all the beasts they stopped and sighed
And grumbling turned the other side
And went about their things
For that is what they sing
Forever more without
Any form of doubt

And then another frantic scream
Squealing from the evening gleam
But all the beasts they turned and laughed
T’was just the same as in the past
And so they went about their chores
And when it stopped did they ignore
Continuing on with life
Devoid of all the strife

And then the bawling did it cease
But not a beast was set at peace
For thunder is a common thing
Roaring squealing suffering
And so the mouse suspends his plea
Ignored for all eternity
By all except the wind
Which cradles it within