Na Toca do Raposo... in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be.: Arrivederci

Arrivederci
I am caught unawhare
this fish has traces of nuts
and a single strand of hair
That is no longer fair

The longer hours
the multiple days
Arrivederci
to my orchid

I've been told
that the old
beggs so
for the gold
on the looking glass

So, goodbye
to screams
and goodnight Irene
The song will wisper
but you
won't hear anything