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 tell    that the stairs up to heaven lead straight down to hell    that pride is the last thing which comes before fall    I'd as soon talk to you as make love to a wall