Oh sweet little creature what is left of you will be gore; When torn apart by garrotting crows; Relishing your crushed carcass; But I hope you're not seen as a victim a bastard deed; No, it was an accident; I came near you too fast;
And startled, you dashed off blindly; Oh sweetest little wonder; Your lifeless eyes cast a still gaze toward the stars; Was it not I that hopped and fed? Am I really struck down dead? Had my insides truly bled? Am I and my maker, forever wed?
Yes to all, sweetest little one; Yes to all.