The Fine Art of Poisoning by Jill Tracy 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?