The Magic Hat Named I’nun’dae

I'nun'dae was enchanted by elves

The top goes up, the brim is wide
To make it a wood elf died
It’s a weapon to end wars
By branch or bush or spores

One that wears I’nun’dae
Can make arbutus fight and slay
Can make a flower a death kiss
A foe hit and yet miss

The elf who wears the magic hat
Is the forest’s general
One once by a brook sat
And showed an army that