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!...