Still thinking about it.

Please, chill!

I am taking you to a hill

Where we get to kill

The fish and its gill

Because it made me ill

Against my will.

And left me still

I chose you because of your skill

If you want, I’ll will kneel

For you don’t get how I feel

Because I have to pay the bill

For this meal,

Not forgetting the pill,

And this window seal.

I beg you, please, let’s make a deal

Nobody will know because I won’t reveal

What happens on the hill