Mrs. Guise

The rhinos, the rhinos, The rhinos are dead. I don't understand, Did they not see the red Horn on my car? How bizarre! Well, I tried, O! I tried, I tried to curtail The harvesting of Their face fingernails, But despite all my efforts, No rhino was spared, Though I do hope you know Just how much I cared, And now that they're gone, At least I can say To my children, Dear children: It's not my fault, okay? ...