BETWEEN Werrel and Soist there lived a man whose name was
Knoist, and he had three sons.  One was blind, the other lame, and
the third stark-naked.  Once on a time they went into a field, and
there they saw a hare.  The blind one shot it, the lame one caught
it, the naked one put it in his pocket.  Then they came to a mighty
big lake, on which there were three boats, one sailed, one sank, the
third had no bottom to it.  They all three got into the one with no
bottom to it.  Then they came to a mighty big forest in which there
was a mighty big tree; in the tree was a mighty big chapel in the
chapel was a sexton made of beech-wood and a box-wood parson,
who dealt out holy-water with cudgels.

"How truly happy is that one

                         Who can from holy water run!"