Be wary of those woods, my friend.

Many who go there meet their end.

Beware of the snowy white knight,

Whose blows the wicked cannot fend.

He roams the woods by day and night,

Harrying those left and those right.

I mightier knight there cannot be,

Nor one more grimly to the sight.

In the woods dark as the sea,

Lies the deadly hanging tree.

The snow knight rounds the fearsome wood

Upon which hangs some honey bees.

And on this plank the snow knight stood,

Where is shown the renewed manhood.

And ever since he hunts the wood,

Searching to slay, capture, or convert.