I found them off a blog I follow. This song is real nice. French-y. Makes me want to eat yum pastries at a cafe. Dust off my tambourine. Hasn't been used since Christmastime. I wish it was (last) Christmas today-ay.
The candle's light dances across the table
And will burn at the tip of my pen
And lures all the moths into the kitchen
To spin tales and bend truths through the evening
And scribe for them their stories.
That bunny is sniffing deer-butt :).