Nor We of Her to Him

He said no word of her to

Nor we of her to him,

But oh it saddened us to

How wan he grew and thin.

We said: she eats him day and

And draws the blood from him,

We did not know but said we

This was why he grew thin.

One day we called and rang the bell,

No answer came within,

We said:

She must have took him

To the forest old and grim,

It has fell out, we said, that

Eats him in forest grim,

And how can we help him being

Up in forests grim?

It is a restless time we spend,

We have no help from him,

We walk about and go to bed,

It is no help to him.

Sometimes we shake our heads and

It might have better

If he had spoke of us to

Or we of her to him.

Which makes us feel helpful,

The silence comes again.