Chorus.

Four great stones split and our palms turn
All white and chalk
A circle is drawn and we let it grow
As it plays roost to the mighty son
Mighty Hawk

Hawk and Tommy
Are seldom seen to cry
Or even graze themselves
Physically precocious I've heard
But Hawk glows at night
Where Tommy just collapses

When they're older they'll join us
And we'll make a mighty chorus
Hawk will take the center of the chalk circle there
And Tommy will stand in the front row

Weep to see the whirlwind envelope
Hawk as his wings grow
Tommy, you will weep to see your brother grow to a man

But, what the hell are you?