Through the wild wood
Where I gather my food
Collecting for the coming year
And storing it in here

I journey out on a trip
And I ask my friend for a tip
He told me to always look forward and ahead
And never to let the animals take your bread

That’s all I had bread and bow
And the arrows on my back you know
So off I went with a satchel on my back
And I hoped that I have enough in my pack

I find a spot and camped for the night
And I set my pack down with all my might
The tent went up and my mat went down
And I went to bed on the cold hard ground