birth a basket

chop your wood, and weave a nest from sticks or let the cold in, let's weave a little house out of dreams, blow and blow, but it will keep on standing, huff and puff in vain, let's grow a basket, all covered in thorns, when harvest time comes back round, we'll feast until dawn, blow and blow, but it will keep on standing, huff and puff in vain, let's thatch a roof, but leave a hole so we can let the stars in, so they'll forever shine down on me, blow and blow, bit it will keep on standing, huff and puff in vain