There is an old goat Knocking at my window-pane, Standing upright in a frock-coat, Somewhat earthcoloured and plain.
He is staring down at me And the place where I have chosen to hide In my futile attempt to dissolve... - I discovered this cell as a child.
There is a medicine-case, he calls "being", Which the goat carries under his arm. He says, if I only allow him to enter I shall never come to any harm.
He is giving quite an importance To his frightening and urgent concern, He says: "I have come to be your transformer... - I'm your doctor, half goat and half man."
He says that this house will soon crumble And that I am going to suffer as it falls. He says: "Let me in now and I'll be your saviour... - I'm your healer with hooves and horns!"