Look, there's the light
Through the tunnel that might
One day, Lead to the magic of flight,
No care if, for man, is right.

See that, in the tree?
A bird, who sings a perfect melody
Which man fruitlessly tries to copy
And who's results are sloppy.

"Hey there, Mother Nature!
How's the fight against Man?"
"Not good... Even you're in danger,
Though I do the best I can"