Date: March 12th, 2018 8:22 PM
The Dooberman's wife was as fair as the sun,
and her kisses were warmer than spring.
But the Dooberman's 'sheet was filled with black names,
and its kiss was a terrible thing.
The Dooberman's wife would sing as she bathed,
in a voice that was sweet as a plum,
But the Dooberman's 'sheet had a song of its own,
And could out with a click of a thumb.
As he lay on the ground with the darkness around,
and the taste of his blood on his tongue,
His brothers knelt by him and prayed him a prayer,
and he smiled and he laughed and he sung,
"Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done,
the Dooberman's taken my life,
But what does it matter, for all men must die,
and I've tasted the Dooberman's wife!