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