Tharapita
Taara (variations of the name include Tooru, Tharapita and Tarapitha) is a god in Estonian mythology.
The Chronicle of Henry of Livonia mentions Tharapita as the superior god of Oeselians (inhabitants of Saaremaa island), also well known to Vironian tribes in northern Estonia. According to the chronicle, when the crusaders invaded Vironia in 1220, there was a beautiful wooded hill in Vironia, where locals believe Oeselian god Tharapita was born and from which he flew to Saaremaa. The hill is believed to be the Ebavere Hill (Ebavere mägi) in modern Lääne-Viru County.
Livonian place name Thoreyda, Thoreida (English Treiden) attested in the Chronicle of Livonia is interpreted as the garden of Taara – Thor ‘Taara’ + *aida ‘garden’. If this interpretation is true, the theonym Taara was also known in Livonian.
The name Tharapita has been interpreted as "Taara, help!" (Taara, a(v)ita! in Estonian) and "Taara's thunderbolt" (Taara pikne).
Tharapita also inspired an Estonian neopagan movement, known as taaralased or taarausulised. In the middle of the 19th century, Taara became popular in the national movement, as an anti-German and anti-Lutheran symbol, and creators of Estonian pseudomythology made Taara the supreme god of the Estonian pantheon. From that period, Estonia's second-biggest city Tartu was poetically called Taaralinn ("city of Taara").
The Rabbit
The kids were in the living room
Watching cartoons
She could hear 'em laughing from the kitchen
At that big ol' hunter runnin' round
Trying to chase that rabbit down
She just stood there washin' thinkin'
What goes around comes around
There's no doubt
We'll have to answer for the things we've done
When the tables turn and they will turn
Mark my words
It ain't gonna be fun when the rabbit gets the gun
The coffee's still sittin' in the pot
His temper's hot
And she knows he's just lookin' for a reason
As he comes stormin' down the hall
She's wishin' there was a hole to crawl
Into, but there isn't
What goes around comes around
There's no doubt
We'll have to answer for the things we've done
When the tables turn and they will turn
Mark my words
It ain't gonna be fun when the rabbit gets the gun
She stood there without a word
Thinkin' maybe i deserve
All that i've got comin' from him
But when he handed down that verdict
And the whole courtroom heard it
Even the judge himself was smiling
What goes around comes around
There's no doubt
We'll have to answer for the things we've done
When the tables turn and they will turn
Mark my words
It ain't gonna be fun when the rabbit gets the gun
When the tables turn and they will turn
Mark my words
It ain't gonna be fun when the rabbit gets the gun