这条道路是一条横跨一个暗淡的大海的月光丝带。风唱了一首歌曲，使我们唤醒我们那棵伟大而强大的树。我们是安巴拉（Ambala）的绿色绿色，甲壳着苔藓的rad，上面撒满了苔藓，披着lichens，格拉斯温（Grassesthen）饰有银色霜。我们玩的公平和广场 - 为我们的体育领域玩耍。我们骑着狂热的狂风狂风，我们可以为每一颗星星伸手去拿。
(The path is a ribbon of moonlight across a dusky sea.The wind sings a song that beckons us To that great and mighty tree.We are the Greenowls of Ambala, clad in raiments of moss,Sprigged with lichens and grassesThen gilded with silvery frost.Fair and square we play- for a sporting lot we are.We ride the boisterous Balefire gustsAnd we reach for every star.)