Open hands and open paws,
(I send them off)
And hooves, and open claws,
(I send them off)
And all arms and my goosey down,
(I send them off)
And branches reaching broad,
(I send them off)
To end my reaching out
(I send them off)
To end wanting what walks through town
(I send them off)

So I'll not hear that enticing sound of approaching voices
I turn me off.
I turn my ears off.
I shut my hands off.
I close me all off. I hibernate up.
I close the gate up.
I block the door up.
I pack my pack up,

But there's not lack of attack up here in the mountains,
Where I'm sent off to.
I sent them off and I, myself, am sent off.
Bound and gagged with my eyes closed and hands bound,
Having sent them all off,
I, myself, slid right off.