If ye finds feathers upon newborn babes bed
Or sharp talons growing where nails be instead
Thou must follow these instructions clear
Or lose everything one holds dear
Leave thy babe deep in the woods
And listen not to its cries
For that is no babe but a Käkilö spawn
And all will be better, if it dies
Do not let yourself feel compassion nor sorrow
For the evil Käkilö only brings misery morrow
Steel thy heart and remember
Your own dear babes life is already mere ember

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