But the warriors have tired of listening,
For the Trocaderos call them with their Coon jazz-bands.
Double-Bass
I strut with wicked tiger-eyes
Beware! Beware!
Bubbles of rubied flame arise
When villain gloats or hero dies
’Tis I am there.
When the last-breathed cry is uttered,
When the ghastly raven’s fluttered.