Our journey begins with a child in white.

His hair is dark, his eyes are bright,

A happy soul, a heart filled with light.

On the eve of his travel he fills up a pouch

Slings it over his shoulder, the weight makes him slouch

With him, an apple, some cheese, and a sword, as well as a coin purse, a blanket, and cord

He knows not where he’s going, just that it is now When

And it’s time to leave now, he says goodbye to the hen.

Over the hills, past the cossack’s row, out past the river where the cathewhumps grow

He sets out to slay a magnificent beast, knowing if he does he’ll recieve a magnificent feast.

At last in a cave, the boy tries to be brave for there a monster lies and there its child cries.

With a schnik and thwack! the deed is done, the beasts both dead, and the child has won?