Body my house

    my horse my hound

    what will I do

    when you are fallen

    Where will I sleep

    How will I ride

    What will I hunt

    Where can I go

    without my mount

    all eager and quick

    How will I know

    in thicket ahead

    is danger or treasure

    when Body my good

    bright dog is dead

    How will it be

    to lie in the sky

    without roof or door

    and wind for an eye

    With cloud for shift

    how will I hide？