The Roc

Lyrics

Long must I fly, and fly and fly Long leagues 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 to hungry The Roc, the Roc Ages ago, ago, ago It was not so, not so, not so Mammoth, mastodon, giant sloth Covered, earthlike, 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, much