Crossed Over

Parody of “Wings”, words by Cat Faber , music by Catherine Faber

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Parody lyrics ©10/22/05 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.

Combination of Wings and With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm. Cf. Base Coat.

Patrolling the tower, a lone figure sighs.
People pass through her with unseeing eyes.
But some catch a glimpse, and it fills them with dread:
Under her arm is her head.

She's mad at King Henry.  She'll give him what-for,
Clad in white ermine, the last thing she wore.
Her neck juts above it, so vividly red.
Under her arm is her head.

Let me explain the situation:
She underwent decapitation,
One common form of execution
When they had no electrocution.

Plotting revenge, she is patient and smart.
She uses her head, keeps it close to her heart.
Her judge and her target, the man that she wed.
Under her arm is her head.

Lacking a head myself, or nearly,
I find I love her most sincerely.
Hiding my secret admiration:
Such a first-rate decapitation!

Passing in hallways, I cordially nod.
Hanging my head, I know well I'm a clod.
Our one commonality clings by a thread:
Perched on my neck is my head.

Axes kill terribly uncleanly.
Her death was surgical and seemly.
Henry had thoughtfully endeavored
To have her head completely severed.

Astonished and awed, when I asked she said  yes.
She saw through my shyness.  I saw through her dress.
As we nestle like spoons in a dust-shrouded bed,
Under my arm is her head.