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