Oh what a cunning little toy we have
Most lethal of them all
Not of leather or steel
Oh what with its velveteen blade
Sheathed within its ivory cage
Draped behind two fluid doors
Oh what brute power it contains
Sadistic and seductive it reigns
No evident markings left in its wake
Oh what equally weighted tip and grap
So easily swung to and fro
Lacking need of sight or thought
Oh what a dangerous thing we ignore
Forgetting the most basic rule
Skill and control of any tool we bring
Oh what a cunning little toy is this
That double bladed instrument in our trap
Tread carefully now
Oh its known to kill as well as caress
Like a Bull in a China shop
Its chaos if left unchecked
Oh it's a dangerous little toy indeed
If not seated and reined
It becomes our own undoing
Oh that foolish little toy we call a tongue
If let run without reguard
Destroy ones life completely