He has many different faces
He tells many different liesHe lives in many different places
He has many different eyesHe makes many people smile
He makes even more cryHe hasn't been seen in a while
And many people wonder whyHe runs across the mountains
He burrows under the groundHe springs up like a fountain
He still hasn't been foundSo this is where his story ends
Until he's seen againHe'll always be a legend
And even, to some, a friend