You may, my son.
Mother, may I crawl?
You may, my son.
Mother, may I walk?
You may, my son.
Mother, may I run?
You may, my son.
Mother, may I go out into the world?
To see and to hear and to smell?
To have beauty and hate and love?
To have a job and tasks and toil?
To have a love and build a home?
To raise a son with worry and pride?
Mother, may I live?
Mother, may I die?
You may, my son.