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 never come to any harm.
 
 He is giving quite an importance
 To his frightening and urgent concern,
 He says: "i have come to be your transformer... -
 I'm your doctor, half goat and half man."
 
 He says that this house will soon crumble
 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!"