Race for the Golden Acorn

[Verse] Tiny wheels spinning round On the forest floor Little weevils in a race Hear the engines roar [Verse 2] Through the roots they twist and turn Dirt flies in the air In the shadows of the trees Feel the tension flare [Chorus] Race for the golden acorn In the grand old tree Weevil beetles speed ahead Let the winners be [Verse 3] Sunlight pierces through the leaves Guide them on their trail Every corner every glance None of them will fail [Bridge] Wooden tracks and leafy bends Friends become a foe Only one will claim the prize Feel the pressure grow [Verse 4] Buzzing wings and tiny feet Swift as they can be Only one will cross the line In the grand old tree