The Guillotine’s Tune
C’mon, fly with me and let it all hang loose
We’ll tap and sway on the tips of our shoes–
Just swinging to the rhythm of the hangman’s blues.
Hand in hand, and we’ll skip down there–
And we’ll shimmy and shake with live-wire flare
Just snapping to the beat of the electric chair.
You go on ahead, I’ll catch up soon!
We’ll boogaloo beneath a silver moon–
And bob our heads to the guillotine’s tune.
The Rookery 