So I'll make my 1st guess, my 2nd and my 3rd And they'll all be wrong or right But this isn't Rumplestiltskin Just grim No fairies or happy endings, Just tales.
So I'll make my 4th guess, my 5th and my 6th And they'll all be wrong or right. But there's no clarity to be had in being cowardly Just underserved charity And that case just doesn't suit me.
So I'll make my 7th guess, my 8th and my 9th, And I might just have had enough to make the call. So send me down the direct line The blunt knife may cut deep But at least it won't chip away at me endlessly like the nth degree, the not knowing...