(sung to the tune of “Oh My Darling Clementine”)
Round my neck there hangs a chain,
And on it’s end there is a vial,
It is small and looks quite deadly,
And we call it cyanide!
Oh you deadly, oh you deadly,
Oh you deadly cyanide,
You don’t taste good like a toffee,
But for suicide, you’re just fine!
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