How you roar!
And a sorry tale you utter,
In a maniacal mutter,
At my door.
Then you sob and sigh and pine,
In a mindless, minor whine,
And again
A wild, grewsome ditty slips
From your frozen, rigid lips,
Fierce as pain.
How you roar!
And a sorry tale you utter,
In a maniacal mutter,
At my door.
Then you sob and sigh and pine,
In a mindless, minor whine,
And again
A wild, grewsome ditty slips
From your frozen, rigid lips,
Fierce as pain.