Cold and wet
At night we met
Atop my head
Your in bed
Your jaw drops slack
I climbed your back
And then I said
"And now your dead"
As tool sawn down
I took your crown
I wear it now ,
From chin to brow
it's your face I cut
and eyes not shut
I wait for mom
And dad to come
To tuck into bed
new kid, with new head.