Bashful's Deathbed Confession

You're very well-acquainted
Withe those seven famous dwarves.
You know they loved that girl Snow White
And mining was their chore.
You know they whistled while they worked
And helped that guy Prince Charming.
But at one time their count was eight.
Now isn't that alarming.

The eighth one's name was Stabby
He was real good with a knife
And while Dopey was there to make you laugh,
Stabby was there to fight.
He always carried on him
A half-a-dozen blades.
He was always smoking cigarettes
And wearing dark black shades.

When problems sprouted in the group
- If they were small or large-
Stabby would step to the front
And tell who was in charge.
"Listen up, you little pukes
Before you all need stitches.
I'm in charge, what I say goes,
You dwarfy little bitches."

The other seven lived in fear
Of Stabby and his knives.
'Cause if they doubted Stabby's laws
They knew he'd take their lives.
So late one night with Stabby drunk
The seven hatched a plot
To rid the world of Stabby dwarf
And make sure he got got.

They waited until morning
Then the seven took their spot.
Armed with sticks and pipes and bats
They stood 'round Stabby's cot.
Then Happy gave the signal and the blows just kept repeatin'.
With pipes and bats and tiny fists
They gave that dwarf a beatin'.

\The seven clobbered Stabby
And then pummelled him some more.
They beat him until he was just
A smear upon teh floor.
The seven picked up Stabby's corpse; all busted, dead and drippy,
And packed in a cooler
Which was postmarked "Mississippi".

They mailed the body, mopped the floor,
They even burned his shoes.
The seven dwarves got rid of all
Incriminating clues.
Then the seven made a pact
And took a vow of silence
To never mention Stabby's name
Or that day of ultra-violence.

And to this day the seven kept
Their silent dwarfen vow.
And no one knew of Stabby's death
That is, of course, 'til now.