At a stone's throw away from the sea of time
In the land of Nearby, which is as near as mine
The emperor hat a special flute
Made out of precious wood
And in its reflection he could see things
Happiness, laughter, a child that sings
But he'd better watch it
He should not touch it
The happiness would fade, the laughter die
The singing-child would start to cry
The emperor, he knew it
And what did he do?
He blew it