He tried to tear them loose;
But, though he madly rushed about,
He found it was no use.
What have I behind my back?
Dear me, can’t you guess it?
Nothing but my empty hands,
If I must confess it.
He tried to tear them loose;
But, though he madly rushed about,
He found it was no use.
What have I behind my back?
Dear me, can’t you guess it?
Nothing but my empty hands,
If I must confess it.