The Three Brothers - Põhjast

One took an axe and headed into the woods

His hand it slipped, the blade his leg did strike

The backbone snapped beneath a falling tree

It was but moss that heard his final sigh

The other took a boat and went to fish

But, tangled in the net, fell overboard

His cries for help were lost in morning mists

Alone he drowned and to the bottom sank

The third one very rarely ventured out

It was his task to write obituaries

Tonight he broke and wrote one to himself

His belt became his final festive tie