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