I did not know you very well.
I did not think much when you fell.
But this I know,
‘tis true
‘tis true:
You should have whizzed and zipped right through.
I did not want to feel so swell.
I did not care to also dwell.
But this I know,
‘tis true
‘tis true:
You had to get your due on cue.
I must not crow with glee they say.
I rather should be made to pay.
But this I know,
‘tis true
‘tis true:
My patience failed, so splat! Not shoo!
I cannot see my sins and pray.
In fact, this victory’s made my day.
But this I know,
‘tis true
‘tis true:
Your body’s laid out flat like glue.
And now ‘tis said I’m made of frost.
I shed no tear for one life lost.
But this I know,
‘tis true
‘tis true:
I would repeat my feud with you.