Where thy walks thy capybara haveth already trod

For thy capybara as ancient as thy crafted mountains tall and strong

But thou haveth no respect for thy plus sized guinea pig

Capybara swim! Paddle thy furry feet through the rivers of one's tears

For thy capybara lies in the loneliness of the mountains

Caressed by the fronds of greenery he sheds a lonely tear

The tear rolls, forming mountains of glory

But how does thy capybara haveth such power that no man may even dream of possessing

For thy capybara’s love for his creation is deeper than oceans he formed

So when thy see and truly understand the immense beauty of creation one must looketh upon the god that created it all

Humble and true, in all his forms he is

Thy capybara