There is an old goat
Knocking at my window-pane,
Standing upright in a frock-coat,
Somewhat earthcoloured and plain.

He is staring down at me
And the place where I have chosen to hide
In my futile attempt to dissolve... -
I discovered this cell as a child.

There is a medicine-case, he calls "being",
Which the goat carries under his arm.
He says, if I only allow him to enter
I shall [bad word] to any harm.

He is giving quite an importance
To his frightening and urgent concern,
He says: "I [bad word] to be your transformer... -
I'm your doctor, half goat and half man."

He says that this house will soon [bad word] And that I am going to suffer as it falls.
He says: "Let me in now and I'll be your saviour... -
I'm your healer with hooves and horns!"