Ruined By Literature

Moocow met a nicens... boy
Whose name was baby tuckoo.
The cuckoo then… mocks married men,
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo.
Most really pretty girls
Have pretty ugly feet.
And the bird said to Billy,
Fly, good Fleance, fly!

It is a far, far better thing that I do
Than I have ever done.
Lest I should seem old fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.
Aunt Sally's going to… sivilize me...
I can't stand it. I been there before.
Is there balm in Gilead? Tell me!
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Fly, good Fleance, fly!

I burn my candle at both ends.
It will not last the night…
Tiger, tiger, burning bright…
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Oh, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall t’expel the winter’s flaw.
You get justice in the next world;
In this world you get law.
Fly, good Fleance, fly!

Francis Marion Tarwater’s uncle
Had been dead for half a day.
Every unhappy family
Is unhappy in its own way.
When my mother died, I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry 'weep, 'weep, 'weep, 'weep.
And miles to go before I sleep.
Fly, good Fleance, fly.

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
My triumph lasted till the drums
Had left the dead alone.
My strength is as the strength of ten
Because my heart is pure.
Dr. Weiss, at forty, knew her life
Was ruined by literature.
Fly, good Fleance, fly!

What if a much of a which of a wind
Gave the truth to summer’s lie.
Let us go then, you and I.
I took the road less traveled by.
There’s a terrible toll
Once you’ve chosen a role;
There’s a price to be paid for the Golden Bowl,
No less than a life to save a soul.
Fly, good Fleance, fly.