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