Still the dark forest, quiet the deep
Softly the clock tics, baby must sleep
The pole star is shimmering, bright the great bear
Sarapis is watching high up in the air.
Dryads are coming to drive you away
Over the snow to see you today
Over the mountain over the sea
Run now beauty happy and free.
Over the green grass over the stable
Telling people of this fable.
You shall pick flowers, the white and the blue
The Shepard shall flute the sweetest tune for you.
The forest trees shall tower above
The cheeks will grow red for thin love
Well shall be king and queen of the land
Happy forever with paw and with hand.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Aeguary, in the year 326 AF.