Lyrics:

It's quite an elaborate scheme
The fine art of poisoning
The dose to comatose
Slightly administered
Not for the frail of heart
The vengeful must play their part
A friend to the bitter end
Or so they say
Nice and slow
Misfortune will flow
Periling the nursery
It seems a tainted pastry
One bite, what a dreadful fright
She was such a delicate little dish
A pleasant parlor gathering
Quicksilver concealed in a ruby ring
Two lumps or three?
I have always adored bergamot tea.
Nice and slow
Misfortune will flow
But who will know?