shrouded in a cap and gown
looking through the bushes now
he sees them quarrel, beside the fire
she's speaking of flame, too, spitting vile
tucked away in a pocket, there they were
but he sat among the bushes, undeterred
he watched as they sat, listening closely
he didn't mean bad of it -- mostly
he'd come back and place them near
and she'll find them, and he'll have her jeer
haha, what a wonderful world it is
to mess with one's life, oh, it's such bliss!