Whisper, whisper, this and that
Choke, cough, pitter pat.
No one told me, I just know.
What dangerous seed he did sew.
Goes in one ear and stays inside,
His red puddle never dried.
You believe it, now it will grow,
At the same, crimson does flow.
As the plot thickens,
His heart beat quickens.
The one died at her ears,
He did, with their tears.
