All the while I sat and wondered, what exactly I had blundered
Such a naughty, naughty thing that I had done
Lying lifeless, such a pity, now who seems to be the witty
Witty little man in a suit of umber-dun
Surely this, if nothing more
For you see, he had been wrong, in mocking me for so, so long
Now he lay disheveled on the Olde Inn's bathroom floor
Blundered no, perhaps mistaken, of the hour inhabitants would waken
Hustle and bustle soon to clamor to the padlocked door
Surely this, if nothing more
Yes, most likely, they'd be coming, and to find the not becoming,
Scene of bloody misery caked upon the bathroom floor
Careless I h