I put the sword over his head
And held the thin thread taut
And thought what a weight of worry
His new-got post had brought.
He knew not but it was nice,
This price so heavy on his mind,
And kind was I to get it him -
And, yet, was far from kind.
And, yet, I knew what I was doing,
And, yet, I did it as a friend -
A rosy apple got him
That’s poison in the end.