[Verse] You nose through the ferns where the rain pools deep, Small ears flick while the cicadas keep. By the river bend, you leave soft tracks, A shy little giant with a rounded back. [Pre-Chorus] Step, pause, step—through the leaves you go, Seven quick turns where the cool streams flow. [Chorus] Tapir, tapir, forest wanderer, Mud on your feet and the green world under you. Tapir, tapir, gentle and free, You make a path where the roots run deep.
