Make a bridge on the occasion,
Or a tunnel through the brine, -
Come without hesitation
To my shish-kebab and wine.

Put in tune the old guitar which
You’ll be coming to me with;
Cheer up, screw up your courage,
Don’t forget to hide your teeth.

When you get to the idea
That all roads will lead to Rome
Then you will be welcome here,
Come, we’ll have a chat at home.

Hide your horns and draw your claws in,
Get unrigged, and don’t be grim.
Make at least a little crossing, -
Throw a pole across the stream.

 
 
 
 

You had better set about
Mowing, sowing right away.
If you miss the boat, look out, -
You will rue the hapless day.

In the morning you will stare
Wond’ring, as you wake up: who
Laid the bridges here and there,
Without even telling you.

Make at least a river crossing,
Or a tunnel, underneath;
Don’t forget to draw your claws in
And to hide your sharpened teeth!