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?