Little fellow, you're amusing
Stop before you end by losing
Your shirt:
Run along to mother, Gus,
Those who interfere with us
Get hurt.
Honest virtue, old wives prattle,
Always wins the final battle.
Dear,
Dear!
Life's exactly what it looks,
Love may triumph in the books,
Not
here.
We're not joking, we assure you:
Those who rode this way before you
Died
hard.
What? Still spoiling for a fight?
Well, you've asked for it all
right:
On guard!
Always hopeful, aren't you? Don't be.
Night is falling and it won't be
Long
now:
You will never see the dawn,
You will wish you'd not been born.
And how!