Defenstration

Oh what a gal! She seems such a perfect victim: This i can tell, for if beauty by guilt, She's guilty Ordinarily, I'd not wish to frighten her or hurt her, But such beauty inspires one To give the gift of murder She's the kind of girl you want to Run up and tackle through a window some floors up And spatter you both to hell Come and get it; Your stuffed bunny's at the window, But not that far out... Reach little one! reach!...