Something Wicked This Way Comes

Tis Cold for the very merry month of May

I'm lonesome and I could use company

But sad to say at present I

cm an unfit sight for the sane to see

Curse you, you dogs of black

Curse you, you elephants pink

Curse you, curse you, curse you, curse you

Curse you and all of your kin

I's a fair-hearted child who done no harm

What devil does this to the young?

To creep up late and whisper soft

That “something wicked this way comes”

Oh spare I you dogs of black

Spare I you elephants pink

Spare I, spare I, spare I, spare I

Have you no decency at all?

But the dog slyly smile

cnd the elephant sighed

You'll be cursing our names ‘til the day that you die

So fear not cried the dog

cnd the elephant agreed

To curse us some more if you e'er feel the need