Ladies and gentlemen tonight in the theatre,
I present to you the rabbit of the holy creator
The coat, so white it’s like portrait of the Lord
In the snowy mountains high aboard
The strongest white snow starts to show a faint glow
Going up to the mountain though the cave where ice flows
In the mountains cave where shadows dance,
Comes the rabbit with an heart warming glance
With fur of frost, and eyes aglow,
It weaves spells where icy winds blow.
In the depths of winter’s frozen hold,
This rabbit’s tale of wonder is told.