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