Bessie was ever so nice
Even Lucy-Lue would agree
All that would be like ice
For now sun would show
Brett was ever so cute
Bessie always wanted him
She thought of the loot
He was a treasure, and she was the hunter
Bessie decided to tell Brett
And Brett looked oh so puzzled
With a small smile he said no
And his words were remembered
So Bessie went home with a rope
Her neck snapped, she hung with no hope
