3 acessos
Girl: You made me come here, didn't you?
And with your departure
I'll miss you
Because you're leaving me
My friend / The Ox
I'll miss your horns
I'll miss you, Ox
You've been so dear
To lead me here
So now I fear
You're leaving here
You're not a deer
I'll miss you, dear Ox
I'll miss the long, long talks
And from my ears to my socks
with my mouth near the top
I say: Goodbye, Ox!
Ox: OXOX