Above a forest of fir trees
Four tree beetles fly carefree
With antennas open wide,
Like on a helicopter ride.

Their schoolbags are quite full
With colour crayons – it's quite cool!
And they land on the green oak,
In good cheer, in a stroke. 

Sipping a few drops of dew
On a leaf just grown, new,
On the branches they discover
Good acorns with cup-shaped covers.