“In ev’ry pot he said “a chicken” But Herbert Hoover he forgot Not only don’t we have the chicken We ain’t got the pot!” Who knew “Annie” the musical was so prophetic? Just remember that tomorrow they’ll be sun.

Rangers of the woods rejoice

(sing, sing, sing with me)

Raise your bow and raise your voice

(string, String, string with me)

Strain your eyes and pointed ears

‘Lest Dwarven spies should gather near

Searching for our golden horde

Hidden under trees and sward

Born overground

Cradled by the mighty bough

The sun is our guide

Protection from the great unknown

Wind in our hair

Light in our souls

Preserve the land and keep it free

Come on family sing with me!

I am a elf and I’m filling a hole

ETC

Darkness rules over the light

Deep, deep in the trees

The moonglow brightens up the sky

Light will make us free

Fill a glass and down some wine

Revel in the sun that shines

Cavort and dance and just unwind

And live fore’er, if life is kind

Born overground

Given life from plant and bush

Trees are our home

The forest will provide our truth

Face us in war

Our swords are our proof

We can never fear to try

If our souls will never die

I am an elf ETC

As Burns put it ‘O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us!’