There once was a lady with eyes so kind. And her smile stretched across the sky. She adib the law, she was grateful, giving. She donated time, though she was humble living. She was silent natured, yet witty and wise. She caused no trouble, she told no lies. She loved a woman and loved her dear. She ignored the glaring, she hid her fear. There once was a man who lived by the book. He yelled, he scowled, his fists always shook. He was hateful, decieving, bitter, and coy. He led a life of little love, of little joy. He was prejudist and quick to rage. He frowned often, his chest a cage. He saw her a sinner, full of shame. And he leaned over the rails of Heaven, To watch her burn in the flame.