Compose yourself!” “For sake of pelf
I went and slew a Robin!!!
“Since then I’ve had an awful time,
Such horrid dreams o’ night!
There is a Woman doth haunt me much,
And fill me with affright.
“Her lips are red, her looks are free,
Her locks are yellow as gold,
The Nightmare Feminine Cruelty, she,
Who makes men’s blood run cold.