You give me such a tight hug,
But oh, I know you want to strangle me.
You cook for me every day,
But I saw the arsenic in the cabinet.
You tuck me into bed, tell me to not worry about anything,
But yes, I heard you tell Mom you want me to die in the cold.
Let me dress you up, dear papa;
I see you have a cute black tie,
A sleek black suit and shiny leather shoes.
I'll help you put your tie around your neck—
Don't worry, I'll pull your tie tight; you won't look shoddy.
I'll iron your suit for you—whilst you're in it.
When I'm done I'll button your buttons for you and wrap you up;
You will look the sharpest you'll ever be.
As for your shoes, I'll put them on for you before the coffin lid creaks shut.