This is the story of a boy named Po
And how he was born and how he did grow.
I will not tell you how he fell
Into the land of stink and swell
Po never cries,
Po dances with delight,
Po is caged in his might.
Po plays with the wind, with the sea
Po goes out to the shallowest creek.
Never know the great falls,
Never know the trees tall,
Never knows Po
Where Po is coming from,
Where Po is headed to.
The music that lived in everyone,
Belongs to none.