Precious Creatures

Precious creatures All hail precious creatures dazzling in the morn, burying jilted suitors as night time turns to dawn. Have ye seen Messalina? Oh! Beauty is the beast In a bath of ugly frogs, she bathes before her feast. Unto the looking glass pretty maids fondly stare. Only truth trails the ticking clock, old age hides her lair. Adore the painted eye, desire so lustrous cup. Beware the widow spider, her potions never sup I’m peeling juicy peaches with a steely knife, and staring at you heathen now run and save your life.