Jill Tracy - The Fine Art of Poisoning 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?