“Sweet lady under the hill, why are you hiding from me?
Is it my beard? I can lose!
Is it my teeth? I will brush them!
I know, it is my belly! Jog I will!
Yes, that should do!”

And off he went, jogging, singing his song.

“Sweet lady under the hill, where are you hiding now?
Is it my feet? I will shoe them!
Is it my hair? I will cut it!
Is it the hole in my shirt?
I need needle and thread!”

And off he went, jogging, singing his song.