Two old birds in the sun, gray and weary, neither moving   To the pond, far away, it's too hot out here today   Finally one lifts a wing but the other says "Too tired, I'll just sit   Where I am, it's too difficult to fly, don't think I can."      "Come along," says the first, "If you want to quench your thirst    You've got to move, shift around, put your beak into the ground   Bit by bit, closer still, it's just a matter of the will   Side by side, step by step, come ride the wind up to the water and get wet."      If you can't fly, you can run, if you can't run you can walk   If you can't walk, you can crawl, that's the beauty of it all   If you can't crawl, you can roll, keep your eyes upon your goal   You have your place in the flock, if you can't roll then you can rock      Two old fish, slow and cool, reminiscing in the pool   About the times they got away and their friends who didn't   Pay attention, don't get hooked, ride the center of the stream   Go with the flow until you know and you can swim right up the river to your dream      If you can't swim, you can row, if you can't row you can glide   If you can't glide, you can ride, that's the beauty of the tide   If you can't ride, you can roll, keep your eyes upon your goal   You have your place in the boat, if you can't roll then you can float      Who said you couldn't do it, who dug you in that hole   You'll only see your obstacles   Each time you take your eyes off of your goal      Two old friends sitting round, sometimes birds and sometimes fishes   Sometimes running all aground in the gaggles of big wishes   Belly-flopping on the pond, stumbly wobbling on and on   But take one step every day and pretty soon you'll climb that mountain in your way      If you can't fly, you can run, if you can't run you can walk   If you can't walk, you can crawl, that's the beauty of it all   If you can't crawl, you can roll, keep your eyes upon your goal   You have your place in the flock, if you can't roll then you can rock