Through the mountains and forests, he wandered afar,
With not much luggage, just another curious traveller,
Who had stumbled into this town and its quiet bazaar –
The abode of the girl from the mountain hut.

He saw few people out there on the street,
He thought that it might have been because of the afternoon heat,
But he never thought that he might end up, to meet –
The girl from the mountain hut.

He entered a small shack to destress,
Saw people engaged in conversation and chess,
When he thought he heard someone address
About "the girl from the mountain hut".

His curiosity lit a little flame in his mind.
The words he just heard now seemed to remind,
Him of a thought, kindling of a legend before its time –
About the girl from the mountain hut.

He asked the shopkeeper, "Who is she?
The one you all talk about endlessly?"
"Oh, she is this ol' town's witch, dealing in sorcery.
She is the girl from the mountain hut."

"We all call her a witch, for her magic is strong.
We live in fear of her, for she might do something wrong.
But none of us have seen her stay out for long.
She is the girl from the mountain hut."

"We have never heard her speak, nor seen her face.
We have never seen her leave, even once, from her place.
We live here, and she lives in her space.
We don't dare bother the girl from the mountain hut."

The stories he heard were unlike another.
The thought of a witch didn't make him shudder.
He felt excited, ready for adventure,
And to meet the girl from the mountain hut.