Skies of blue yonder Nor the hope of a child Nor the call of the wind Nor the call of the wild They bring me no comfort To know that theyre there For life has been worse For the eagle and hare Fore the elephant and Kitten For the does and the buck For the ducklings and coyotes Life brings them no luck For the bringers of violence Their call rings through the trees For the echos of gunshot It rings through the air The humans are shouting In triumph and greed Sound echos through forest while They esacpe through the reeds They-the creature Wild animals of hope Will they do it Will they Learn to cope Hope it files Through the silent trees The glow of the moon And the shine of the sun Hunters are shouting Thinking theyve won