Again, I can't draw.

X: Scar, what are you-

4 little hermits decided to play,

They moved another piece, every single day

But it's hard to win when you don't really want to try,

So the little hermits, one by one, will die.

One little hermit came over to flee

Only to come over and finally see

Other little hermits shared the same hate (for war)

And that little hermit took the same fate.

(Second verse is not on the paper)