Darling, as the Krauts say, is tot,
But español I’ll emote.
One moment she was just fine,
But now on the ground she reclines.
By a stroke I think she’s smote—
There’s type A inside her throat.

On my knees, knees, knees
Entonces, una genuflexión yo hago
To determine what my eye sees
Mi ojo mira su garganta, no su nariz
Were I a vampire, it’s a snack
Comería si vampiro
I’d relish in the buccal crack
En arriba de la espalda
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Should I taste her bloody throat?
¿Me debo gustar, comerme?

Should I taste her bloody throat now?
Should I taste her bloody throat now?
It’s a rosy read and bubbles;
If I taste, I might have doubles.
Maybe I’ll have just a mote
That strays from her bloody throat?

But indigestion might bug me
¿Tendría indigestión?. . .pregunta
This might for me not the meal be
Quizás esto no es para mi
Such action just might seem unseemly
Tal vez es malo hacer
I approach decision fitfully
Cuidado en la cabeza
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Should I taste her bloody throat?
¿Me debo gustar, comerme?

Should I taste her bloody throat now?
¿Yo me como? me pregunto
It’s a rosy read and bubbles
Rositos los bocadillos
If I taste, I might have doubles
Es posible los dobles
Maybe I’ll have just a mote
¿Un poquito conseguir?
Should I taste her bloody throat?
¿Garganta sangría como?