The reindeer man
His great wings wide span
Longs for the sea
With the to birds be

At the shore he stands
Upon the bog lands
With spikes on his back
Keeping him on track

He may not come to aid
The cowardly made
But will watch from a far
Let you find your own star

He looks through the woods
For worldly goods
Of the Sun and the Moon
While dreaming in June

Now onto the river
In the night of silver
As the golden dragons race
To the crown they grace