Remember King Jude

Remember King Jude, who,

In his despair, blush’d, and,

Gave his kingdom to you.

Recall the hour hand—

How it mov’d, how it groov’d—

And, know, that he’s no fool;

For Jude’s a man improv’d—

Right now, the King of Cool.

Remember King Jude, who,

In his despair, blush’d, and,

Gave his kingdom to you.

Recall the hour hand—

That it cut like a scythe

Through your quick, arid lips—

It took you like a wife—

With deceit as her kiss.

Remember King Jude, who,

In his despair, blush’d, and,

Gave his kingdom to you.

Recall the hour hand!