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.
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