There was a boy who as a lad
Pilfered whatever wasn’t his;
A writing tablet someone had
So that his fellow had to miss.
His mother didn’t tell him, “No,
Coz it doesn’t belong to you!”
But rather she would let him go
On doing all he oughtn’t do.
Thus it would be that day by day
As home it was the fellow came
With a new item snatched away,
He wouldn’t get a bit of blame.
So as he grew up he progressed
At practicing sneak-thievery,
Of anything someone possessed
He’d insist “it belongs to me!”
“Oh, what a clever boy you are!”
His mother told her wicked son
And she destroyed his character
By praising him for all he’d done.
Till things got worse to be so bad,
Denying there is right or wrong,
He’d take whatever someone had
By claiming his it should belong.
So being caught red-handed for
One of his deeds of thievery,
Folks could not take it anymore
And made him pay a penalty.
Tying his hands behind his back,
They led him to a gallows where
He found by having gone off track
About his neck a noose he’d wear.
Whilst to the gallows he was led,
Begging his mother to come near,
For last words, wishing to be said
His mother lent her son her ear.
But soon as she drew close he bit
Her earlobe off out of pure spite,
And she reproached her son for it
“Why do you do what isn’t right!”
“By telling me crime doesn’t pay,”
Her son responded in reply,
“It was you who’ve led me astray
So that I’m now about to die!
“Your praising deeds of thievery,
Instead of spanking my behind
Have made me what I came to be:
Now, I’m repaying you in kind!”
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