Would you drive me off, saying to me, ‘Get away, you naughty
little puppy?’
Then go, mother, go! I will never come to you when you call
me, and never let you feed me any more.
If I were only a little green parrot, and not your baby,
mother dear, would you keep me chained lest I should fly away?
Would you shake your finger at me and say, ‘What an ungrateful
wretch of a bird! It is gnawing at its chain day and night?’
The go, mother, go! I will run away into the woods; I will
never let you take me in your arms again.