Gather your strength, little girl

Hunt your wits

There are brambles in these woods, little girl

With the sweetest sap you'll ever taste

I sour the grapes, little maid

Fill your cup of wine

Immunity to any bearing branches, little maid

Is a liar's game

You will die at once, little woman

The minute your mother bore you

Thankfully time also lies, little girl

Your bones can rebreak