BAD DEAL


Never you steal

What could be a meal

It’s a very bad deal

That you’ll never get a fill

 

You’ll have your fill

When your wounds won’t heal

Your skin would peel

With no air for your gill

 

When you reach the hill

Where all is real

You’ll have a bill

With a great dark seal

 

Whose utmost will

Will be set to kill

All those whose will

Was to see me ill.

 

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