You may know more words than me
But I have something that you lack
A homicidal tendency to stab you in the back
I don’t have any consonants
You just laugh, but I don’t mind
I may not let my hatred show, I just bide my time
So get your triple letter score
On a word that is six tiles long
But I have an advantage too: none will miss you when you’re gone
Now let’s put the board away
And drink to your victory
But when I poured the glasses full I poisoned yours, tee-hee!
You didn’t see the Arsenic so
You’ve no need to defend
You may have won at Scrabble tonight, but I’ve won in the end
