The Roc Songtext
von Leslie Fish

Long must I fly and fly and fly
Long leads of sky, of sky, of sky
To seek my food and feast my fill
Hard must I hunt and often kill
Small is the game and all too hungry the Roc
The Roc

Ages ago, ago, ago
It was not so, not so, not so
Mammoth, mastodon, giant sloth
Covered Earth like a moving cloth
A single kill could easily feed the Roc
The Roc


They have all gone, all gone, all gone
Left me alone, alone, alone
Left me endlessly seeking food
Few my numbers now, small my brood
The world has grown too petty to feed the Roc
The Roc

Ah, but now comes man, comes man, comes man
Who breeds as he can, he can, he can
Vast in number and easy to kill
From his hordes I can eat my fill
I will not starve while man can feed the Roc
The Roc

Ah, lunch