Before the Sovereign Judge
one tale with two renditions
neither one would budge
each held to their positions

A single living infant cried
perhaps it missed the other
who for a careless harlot died
and could not name its mother.
Then the King called for a sword
as all stood round in wonder
aghast no doubt when heard the word
to cut the babe asunder

Although the judgment sounded odd
truth from error he would part
So works the living Word of God
to reveal what’s in the heart. - id