Enchanted hare in golden barley lies,
With just a touch of madness in his eyes,
The harvest moon intensifies it's light,
Empowers in him the magic of the night.
And when dawn’s traces creep across the sky,
With joy, he wakes and leaps the barley high,
Then panting, rests and weaves an autumn spell,
While whispering winds Earth’s tale of winter tell.