Tell me your secret and I'll tell you mine
before I run out of time
I have to go quick, I have to go now
Someone else has to tell you
find the man dressed as a cow
I'm taken away, from my dear love
I know that she's now somewhere above
I write down this tale for my darling dear
I really did not want you to hear
I hope the tales slip from you hands
So no one can read the horror and fear
I hope she is happy
I hope he's not sad
Tell me these things
I will be glad
The unfortunate tale may never be told
but please keep in mind the letters;
V.F.D
for these initials say what they are looking for
They need to know they're still not sure.
