That pierced m-m-my h-h-heart like C-C-Cupid's l-lance.
I seized her in a t-t-tight embrace,
And s-s-showered k-k-kisses on her f-f-face,
And t-t-told her that I'd g-g-give my l-life
If she would only b-b-be my w-w-wife.
"Please k-k-keep your l-l-life," the m-m-maid replied
"F-f-for I w-w-will gladly b-b-be your b-b-bride,
And y-y-you" she s-s-said, in t-t-tones quite c-c-cool,
"W-w-why you c-c-can b-b-be my April F-F-Fool."
BRUTAL MARY.