Following the acorn won't get you there A small restaurant in the forest Fiddling with empty pockets Arriving first are those who have forgotten There is no reservation at all A small restaurant in the forest Lunch time full of empty seats A little bird laughing flapping its wings The tin roof painted in bright red Only recommendations on the menu You can hear from the kitchen Violin, Flute, Cello, and Viola Welcome, welcome to the restaurant When you've eaten your fill, it's time to sleep
