I’ve left my clomping prints on every shore 
since Africa was Eden in my youth. 
The sand will bear my dent for evermore. 

I chewed-up gum-trees with my baby jaw 
and bit the dry red heart with my first tooth. 
I’ve left my clomping prints on every shore. 

Europe roused my growing thirst for war. 
Her spirit fired me up, one hundred proof. 
The sand will bear my dent for evermore. 

America was innocent before 
her mastodons were flattened by my hoof. 
I’ve left my clomping prints on every shore. 

Asia writhes beneath me like a whore 
but once she was upstanding and aloof. 
The sand will bear my dent for evermore. 

I’ve fallen flat and melting ice-caps pour 
cold water on my head. I choke on truth 
and now I’ve clomped my prints on every shore 
the dent I’ve left is sand, for evermore.