At The Hole Where He Went In Red-Eye Called To Wrinkle-Skin. Hear What Little Red-Eye Saith: "Nag, Come Up And Dance With Death! " Eye To Eye And Head To Head, (Keep The Measure, Nag.) This Shall End When One Is Dead; (At Thy Pleasure, Nag.) Turn For Turn And Twist For Twist, (Run And Hide Thee, Nag.) Hah! The Hooded Death Has Missed! (Woe Betide Thee, Nag!)