| 1 | A Boy one day did steal some apples from an orchard and took them home to his Mother. |
| 2 | Both hungry and with little means, the Mother did not ask how the Boy his good fortune. |
| 3 | Instead, she praised him for his providence. |
| 4 | Some years later and upon a bitterly cold winter, the Boy now a Youth did steal a fine cloak. |
| 5 | And did bring it to his Mother. |
| 6 | Again, she failed to ask how her son did obtain such a valuable garment, |
| 7 | Instead commending him for his resourcefulness. |
| 8 | Some years passed again and upon a time of great hardship, |
| 9 | The Youth now a Man was caught stealing the valuable grain provisions of the town. |
| 10 | Upon the Man being led to his execution, his Mother burst forth and begged to take his place, saying: |
| 11 | As the Gods be my witnesses, it is I, not my son who has transgressed. |
| 12 | For when he needed to learn the price of right and wrong, I abandoned him. |
| 13 | And when he needed to be punished, I spared the rod and instead gave praise. |
| 14 | Kill me now, for his unjust death seals my own fate. |