What A Smart And Witty Beast

He wakes up in the morning
Puts slippers on his feet
Don’t wanna catch a cold
What a Smart and Witty Beast

He walks down his halls
He sits in his seats
He talks to himself
What a Smart and Witty Beast

He likes to make jokes
And boast of his feats
To no soul at all
What a Smart and Witty Beast

He watches his tele
The fire his heat
But no heat in his eyes
What a Smart and Witty Beast

He lays in his bed
Feeling broken and beat
Just an empty big house
What a Smart and Witty Beast

He thinks about his life
How grand it must be
To not be alone
What a Smart and Witty Beast

He hears a knock
Oh who could it be?
Ole Death come to collect
What a Smart and Witty Beast

He asked for some time
To make everything neat
Which way would he go
What a Smart and Witty Beast

Would he see Saint Peter
Saint Paul would he meet?
Or would he see Lucifer?
What a Smart and Witty Beast

A single tear would fall
And land on his cheek
His eyes would grow cold
What a Smart and Witty Beast

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