Defenestration

Oh what a gal

She seems such a perfect victim：

This I can tell for if beauty by guilt

She's guilty

Ordinarily

I'd not wish to frighten her or hurt her

But such beauty inspires one

To give the gift of murder

She's the kind of girl you want to

Run up and tackle through a window some floors up

And spatter you both to hell

Come and get it

Your stuffed bunny's at the window

But not that far out

Reach little one Reach