So when three days had passed away the Royal Master came
And Jim the servant greeted him as if he were the same
As he himself or any man who lived upon the earth,
And to the world's good Mother Earth was debtor for his birth.
Then spake this servant to the King—"I'm glad my Sire to see
And now with pleasure I'll proceed to answer questions three.
You're worth how much—not surely more than one wee bit of gold
For as you know the Saviour King for thirty bits was sold.
And as to baskets of good earth in yonder mountain high
Think not your foolish question has made me sleepless lie.