both the bears are in their chairs
they're sitting in your upper room
each night they ascend the stairs
and point to the north with dipping spoons
i hear the seven sisters whisper
they know the place from where they came
oh the hunter and the bull
are made full beneath the lion's mane
the brother twins each other lend
a hand around the upper pole
they drink the wine of the new design
that makes the broken-hearted whole
the dragon came as he did before
tempting all into his door
he wears stars as his disguise
but a second time he will not rise