In the shade of a cinnamon tree the hare stands;
a dark shadow on the moon,
with a mortar and pestle he constantly pounds,
watched over by a squat toad,
the ingredients for the elixir of life;
herbs of immortality.
We are creative, We are old, We are sods. Cos.
In the shade of a cinnamon tree the hare stands;
a dark shadow on the moon,
with a mortar and pestle he constantly pounds,
watched over by a squat toad,
the ingredients for the elixir of life;
herbs of immortality.