They let it in the creek,


A long, long time ago,




It started his travel,



Through the dark wood


With fear,
Under the bridge

With hope,


Through a lovely garden



With happiness.





Then there was a split,







It took the left side,





Just because it always takes this side.



Through the dark wood

With fear,
Under the bridge

With hope,



Through a lovely garden





With happiness.






And it is still on his travel,







Through fear, hope and happiness.








And it will be there










For the rest of his life.