Turn her hand away!
Whoso eats the porridge leaves our moonlit halls.
Pray, pray, pray,
Send the man away;
If she eats the porridge, down to earth she falls.
Cicely. [Snatching porridge and taking a bite.]
I have eaten! I’m free!
How rejoiced I shall be
When down to the earth I am dropping?
Oh! I’m dizzy! I freeze!