Tanker! Tenke er det lov?

I`ll never believe that wild things cannot speak,
Those songbirds can`t think but can only sing,
That the sly fox has instincts and nothing else,
And a bee doesn't know what it`s doing, poor thing.
We know, We think, We believe, We love! 
We are unique! We think?

Just try and venture alone to a grove,
Under the fir-trees dense canopy hide,
And penetrate into the life around,
Casting prejudice for a while aside,
There`ll be no room in our hart left for pride?
By sudden timidity petrified.

Does it become Nature`s lord to divide?
Living things into lower and higher?
At times even lord`s brains leave much to desire,
All`s relative, surely, it can`t be denied.