Moses

From my catechism class
I have inferred that the right way of doing things
Is to set what you most value
Adrift in a basket and hope that
It grows to several times its original consequence
And one day comes back to save you.

Bless the reeds, bless the river,
Bless the crocodiles.

And if it grows up
And doesn't thank you
Because it feels betrayed or abandoned
Instead of precious,
Or if it drowns
And never reaches the hands of sympathetic royalty,
Then you've done all you could.

Sing in the morning, sing to your daughters,
Sing for the crocodiles.