Nature is filled with kill-or-be-killed.
I’m told it’s all for the good.
It’s easy to say it had to be this way,
But I’d 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 I’ll never understand Nature’s Plan.
Each graceful beast is someone else’s feast.
One lives, the other cashes its chips in.
It’s predator and prey a million times a day.
I can’t decide who I want to win.
Should I pray for the rabbit or the rattlesnake?
I don’t know whose life God would rather take.
I don’t see what’s all that grand in Nature’s Plan.
The mayhem never ends, and it extends
In the air, on the land, and in the sea.
If it’s true that God’s mind is revealed in His design,
He’s one sadistic Deity.
Should I pray for the lion or the wildebeest?
I don’t know whose death God would mind the least.
I am not the biggest fan of Nature’s Plan.
Should I pray for the falcon or the dragonfly,
When it’s very clear God wants one to die?
I’ve seen all that I can stand of Nature’s Plan.
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