There was a young man loved a maid
Who taunted him. "Are you afraid,"
She asked, "to bring me today
Your mother's head upon a tray?"
He went and slew his mother dead,
Tore from her breast her heart so red,
Then toward his lady love he raced,
But tripped and fell in all his haste.
As the heart rolled on the ground
It gave forth a plaintive sound.
And it spoke in accents mild:
"Did you hurt yourself, my child?"
by Jean Richepin