Grim Augury

Both our families after gathering We're cutting a baby out With my grandmother's heirloom antler-handled carving knife They were under her grand chandelier Where we all, together, have shared holiday dinner But it was your father that was holding the knife Yeah, I begged you not to make me tell ya Yeah, I pleaded with you to, to leave it alone I told ya I told you that you didn't want to know What went on in my horrible dream I was peering in through the picture window It was a heart-warming tableau Like a Norman Rockwell painting Until I zoomed in I was making noises in my sleep But you wouldn't believe me when I told ya That I wasn't with someone in my dream Catfish were wriggling in blood and gore in the kitchen sink Yeah, I told ya I told ya I told you Now sweetie, please promise me That you won't sing This sad song, grim augury