Once again, villagers are shuttering

Crops have failed, children are vanishing

Led astray, seeking more suffering

Apples grow too, in my garden,

you need only to come and see.

No, I won’t beg your pardon,

you’re the one who exiled me.

Do expect sons to be fantasizing

Scholars weep, there’s no end to the dramatizing

Wives, they curse me for you’re desiring

As time begins to harden,

you forgot who touched the tree

From the things I’ve seen written,

you’d think it must be me

All of you, basty, Al Basty!