The boy took a stroll the shores
Of the well-constructed brook
Carefully climbed a waterfall
Built of smiprecious rock
And gazed at the crystal
That he had picked up from the ground
Washing the boy's bare feet
The cold clear water lapped around
Murmured silently, as it flew
Underneath the boy's white gown
So that he, somewhat leaking
Became the semblance of a well
As he laid the crystal down again
the pale boy realised
With that his three-coloured
Fair-haired rabbit of luck
And the startled, pale, rattled boy
With that his three-coloured
Fair-haired rabbit of luck
And the startled, pale, rattled boy
"Behold, my blood is like milk
Or mercury", the pale boy cried
"No, it's not red more like dancing serpents
Of wich one is black, the other one white
Two separate, coiling streams
That never mix, never unite
But as one they're flowing
Flowing ever flowing side by side!"
