While a wonderous widow soon shall dine
On a feast of divinity and sorrow soaked wine
She ***** up her fist and uses a wish
The rules that a lady should abide
"But who makes these rules?" She spoke to a crow
"The best of the best keep their heads down low
Let your head go up should you end up in the sky
Your people will cry unless you should rise
So best follow the rules that a lady should abide
Keep the red on your lips bold with a charming lie."