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“?

　　Then, go, mother, go! I will run away into the woods, I will never let you take me in your arms again.