• The owls hoot

    And the moon shines brightly

    As the crickets chirp as the night is still young

    Hunters roam around the forest to see what they can find

    To find these animals you must wait till nine

    But he wouldn't wait, for his patience was to fate

    Now the hunt has ended for the sun comes up

    Spreading light everywhere

    When the sun goes down and the moon rises

    The hunt will start again