There’s a place I know called Tupper Lake;
where the reindeer surf and play.
Where the snow falls on the window pane,
and we waste away the day.
We eat hot chocolate caramels with doves
we sing to sleep.
Out in the middle of nowhere, no one hears
This brings us to our hero, we know he
can’t be stopped.
We knew we must befriend him, his name
is Garrett Kopp.
He owns a big cathedral where Jesus eats
Where health-conscious high people meet
and greet to munch.
The place is called birch boys, a sweet
The birthplace of chaga –