Poison in My Pocket

You and I go sailing by, and no one will know where to find us Unseen, unknown, and blissfully alone We're leaving the riffraff behind us All afternoon in our sweet cocoon Our cares for the moments at bay Side-by-side, who knows how far we'll glide Bid the world goodbye eagerly we'll fly away I am standing here with poison in my pocket Standing on this frozen little dock- It seems that I've just let them skate my opportunity away If I had the poise to put the poison in a pot of tea or else a shot of gin I would be back amid the noise of london by the end of day But, I am standing here with poison in my pocket One eye on the target, one eye on the clock It better happen soon before I lose my nerve and run If I had a knife I could have grabbed him And discreetly knocked him on the head and stabbed him Not to mention what I would have done if I had had a gun Then again, The thought occurs if I had truly taken stock It might have stopped me from putting poison in my pocket What a fool to travel all this way and not think twice Murder's not a hobby for the cautious Thoughts of violence can make the timid nauseous Gasp Unless of course the victim plunges head-on through the ice It appears that I've been handed quite an opportune solution And all that still remains is proper execution I had better join them on the lake before it gets too late Suddenly there is no stumbling block It means that I won't need the poison in my pocket What a stroke of luck, Sibella teased me till I learned to skate Curse her now? Time is racing now Time is racing on It's all a matter of pacing In a moment, this moment will be gone With the rhythm of a violinist I am sawing where i think the ice is thinnest To create a hole through which the tragic lovers meet their doom One could call call this rather diabolic Is it strange to feel a wee bit melancholic? Right, a twinge of some remorse, Of course! A conscience I assume. But no! As i'm cutting I am contemplating, And the truth is it's a tad exhilarating Even though it's not inconceivable that i'll get caught Still it comes as quite a shock it seems A novice standing here with poison in his pocket Can decide that murdering is easier then he had thought Bid the world goodbye eagerly we fly- (Asquith Jr. drowns) Monty: Away All of this is frankly easier than i had thought