Skip softly, my moonbeams, avoid being seen

Pretend that perhaps you are part of a dream

Which (seen by some other such person as me)

Would only glow smiling and nod and agree



Skip softly, my moonbeams, for I have heard tales

That the stairs up to heaven lead straight down to hell

That pride is the last thing which comes before a fall

I'd as soon talk to you as make love to a wall