Little Rabbit's Glen

O’ Splendid God,

Riding upon your golden boar,

I make my offerings in your name.

Gathered from the green,

making new seeds grow,

I call to you,

Ingwe-Frea.

With sickle in hand,

you reap the harvest,

after your bounty grows.

With you by my side,

I know I’ll do well,

and know I’ll always be home.