Skip Softly (My Moonbeams)

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 tell

that the stairs up to heaven lead straight down to hell

that pride is the last thing which comes before fall

I'd as soon talk to you as make love to a wall