"Beware the Evil Wither, my son!
The heads that shoot, the body that flies!
Beware the Ender Dragon, and shun
The frumious Skeleton!"


He took his diamond axe in arm:
No sword he wielded, rather axe,
So rested he by the Mushroom tree,
And stood awhile the savage.


And, as in uffish knew he stood,
The Evil Wither, with eyes of death,
Came floating through the dark oak wood,
And burbled as it came!


One, two! One, two! And through and through
The diamond axe went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its heads
He went horse riding back.


"And, has thou slain the Wither?
Come to my arms, my armoured boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.