Man on earth, Good at birth. The same nature, Varies on nurture.
With no education, There’d be aberration. To teach well, You deeply dwell.
Then Mencius’ mother, Chose her neighbor. At Mencius sloth, She cut the cloth.
What’s a father? A good teacher. What’s a teacher? A strict preacher.
No jade crude, Shows craft good. Unless you learn, Brute you’ll turn.
Son of man, Mature you can. Teacher or peer, Hold them dear.