The hens were sleeping A crisp cool breeze was blowing And the full moon shinned The chicken snakes crept inside To begin their feast Then one of them fell in love His cold evil heart Was struck by Cupid's arrow He licked the hen's beak She awoke and fear overcame The farmer heard screams And all the chicken snakes fled That is all but one While trying to win her love The farmer chopped his head off
The moon was absent and the fog blended with the blackness. Then I saw a white horse standing boldly in the meadow. The fears that had trapped me vanished.