The drivers nearly tumbled out. Astonished, they eyed each other, waited for words. Now move your sleigh and let me by, for youth must ever give way to age. I know the fire is on the hearth, and the smokehole near the ceiling. A plow in the south is pulled by horse, and in the north by reindeer.
Water is born from the mountains, fire from the heavens.
The pillars of the sky were erected, and the rainbow raised. For I dug out the seas, and I piled high the mountains. I stood among the seven heroes who erected the pillars of the sky and raised the rainbow. And when that was done, we set the sun and moon on their paths and scattered the stars in the heavens. I'll chant you to a pig, change you to a swine.