'Twas a starlit night, the moon shined bright,
a chill was in the air.
My pipes delight, their tone just right
and us without a care
when from the far horizon rose a nose despite a face
to chase us down, spin around
and challenge us to race.
a chill was in the air.
My pipes delight, their tone just right
and us without a care
when from the far horizon rose a nose despite a face
to chase us down, spin around
and challenge us to race.