Have a little sip of tea dear while I get my key dear,
There is a little something I must tend to very soon.
Chamomile goes down smooth and will instantly soothe, 
With a little arsenic still dripping from your spoon.
While you are relaxing there still gasping for air
I’ll tidy up the kitchen and sweep up the floor.
Remove evidence of this ill-fated consequence;
Sweep the memories and bad karma out the back door.
You seem so pale my dear, so small and frail my dear
Do you suppose it was something there – in the tea?
Are you coming undone by chamomile and poison?
You look a bit peaked, it seems it didn’t agree.
I’ll sit with you while you choke on your bile,
Maybe I should have made the tea a bit stronger.
You’re turning a bit blue, with no recipe – who knew?
I don’t think it will take very much longer.
I’ll unlock the door to the vault ‘neath the floor,
Then drag your body there and roll you right in.
Ah, the sanity I save, dancing each day on your grave -
Singing “dear, you’ll never fuck with me again!”