Skip Softly, My Moonbeams, Avoid Being Seen
Pretend That Perhaps You Are Part of a Dream
Which (Seen By Some Other Such Person As Me)
Would Only Glow Smiling and Nod and Agree
Skip Softly, My Moonbeams, For I Have Heard Tales
That the Stairs Up to Heaven Lead Straight Down to Hell
That Pride Is the Last Thing Which Comes Before a Fall
I'd As Soon Talk to You As Make Love to a Wall
