Nature is filled with kill-or-be-killed.
Iím told itís all for the good.
Itís easy to say it had to be this way,
But Iíd still change it if I could.
Should I pray for the moth or the mockingbird?
If I only knew which one God preferred.
I guess Iíll never understand Natureís Plan.
Each graceful beast is someone elseís feast.
One lives, the other cashes its chips in.
Itís predator and prey a million times a day.
I canít decide who I want to win.
Should I pray for the rabbit or the rattlesnake?
I donít know whose life God would rather take.
I donít see whatís all that grand in Natureís Plan.
The mayhem never ends, and it extends
In the air, on the land, and in the sea.
If itís true that Godís mind is revealed in His design,
Heís one sadistic Deity.
Should I pray for the lion or the wildebeest?
I donít know whose death God would mind the least.
I am not the biggest fan of Natureís Plan.
Should I pray for the falcon or the dragonfly,
When itís very clear God wants one to die?
Iíve seen all that I can stand of Natureís Plan.