Krishna stole the butter and ran from Yasoda
Yasoda was quick to pick up a stick
She found baby Krishna on the grinding mortar

Giving the monkeys all of the butter
Seeing her near, He fled in fear
Krishna ran and Yasoda ran;

Krishna ran and Yasoda ran...
Her body was heavy and her waist was thin
But somehow she ran and captured Him

He was almost crying, His eyes were afraid
Seeing Him so, she threw her stick away
Yasoda endeavored to bind Him up,

So she went to the house to get some rope
She did not know the Supreme Personality
Can't be bound by any yogi

He has no beginning, He has no end
He's all-pervading and unlimited
He, Himself, is the whole cosmic manifestation!

Appearing as her child?still, He had no limitation
Yasoda was trying to bind her son
And went to get more rope

But again and again, tied together,
They were two inches too short
What to do! She was smiling

But she said, "How is this happening"?
Krishna is bound by love
He can't be found any other way

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama, Rama Rama Hare Hare