human
Close thy mouth, thy head conceal thou, Hide thou quick thy tongue within it, Coil thyself together tightly, Roll thyself into a circle, Give me way, though but a half-way, Let the traveller make his journey, Or begone from out the pathway. Creep, thou vile one, in the bushes, In the holes among the heathland, And among the moss conceal thee, 660 Glide away, like ball of worsted, Like a withered stick of aspen. Hide thy head among the grass-roots, Hide thyself among the hillocks, 'Neath the turf thy mouth conceal thou, Make thy dwelling in a hillock. If you lift your head from out it, Ukko surely will destroy it, With his nails, all steely-pointed, With a mighty hail of iron.