‘Twas dark, and the moon bright
Did the wolves barked and growled in the depths of the night
All alone were the people
And the creatures of the night would come

“Beware the creature my son!
The jaws that bite the claws that catch!
Beware the togo bird, and shun
the mighty sword!”

He took his noble sword in hand:
Long time the evil foe he sought —
So rested he by the silver tree
and stood a while in thought

And as in deep thought he stood
The togo bird, with eyes of flame
Came flying threw the silver forest
And breathing fire as it came

One, two! One, two!  and through and through
The mighty blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went trotting back

“And hast thou slain the togo bird
Come to my arms, my courageous boy!
O what a marvelous day! Marvelous! Marvelous!
He wallowed in his joy”

‘Twas dark, and the moon bright
Did the wolves barked and growled in the depths of the night
All alone were the people
And the creatures of the night would come