Most elegant bird, with plumage so fair
The song of your heart, you’re unable to share
For your first song shall be your last
Mirroring the future and echoing the past

Destined to stay mysterious and dumb
Until your throat is still and numb
With an eye so piercing and proud
You glide on the water like a snowy white cloud

As you sail away gracefully down the river
Your idle throat gives its first little quiver
Glancing back at your lady swan so dear
Your throat vibrates loudly and you know the end is near

And now your voice is raised in singing
With harmonies so melodious ringing
Bursting forth in symphonic fanfare
Immortal notes to tune the air

Exquisite rhapsodies dance around, and then
Crescendo gloriously to a final amen