(Write Now playwright)
Oh squiggle and squirm, throttle and thrill and now it’s time for a
With eyes of gold and locks of champagne, I am going to chop off that
Wriggle, fandango, squinkle, carack, never mind me when I give you a whack.
Bruised and bloodied, torn and trapped, you’re no Cinderella now your head has been hacked –
OFF with my silver sabre of steel, with strength and power and incredible zeal.
Oh squiggle and squirm, throttle and thrill, your crimson wave rolls down
these green, hills, still.