Here comes the bride

Is what they say

But what about the groom?

He'll be here all day

Strolling down the isle

With two silk smooth tails

This poor fox will wait

When all else fails

It is not quite his day

In the dressing room

Tearing through his dress he sighs

He felt not worthy of the groom

Before too long the bells should chime

Signalling the start of the night

For the groom, in many torn dress he wore

His despair and intent almost starting a fight

Walking up the isle he fell

Right into the groom's arms

Now it's clear the love they felt

To the people in the crowd

The anger that they felt was warm

And felt within the next estate

A raging fire of stone be born

And pummel the two irate

As the couple ran away

A a torn dress in their wake

They'd kiss once, then hollar goodbye

And hide from a world of hate