When the morning sunrose Mother snake had her babies To hide her little eggs from danger She hid them in the middle of soft felt Earlier a cold morning Caravaneer camels began Carrying the three little white eggs Took forested desert of gobi It is said that neither the dry sands of the gobi Nor it's hard and jacket wraps Nor all the hard trips of a long journey Can keep mother snake from her children Header saw snake follow them They looked up and near a while Then they opened wrapped with little eggs Even then inside of the snake Mother snake cross slowly at all Her belly was crashed and toll She raised her babies with her as drain Even behind her blood is red