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!"