Oh mother dear. See here, see here.

My mittens I have soiled.

With sticky blood, that royal mud.

Yes, I think I'm spoiled.

I spent the whole night out again,

And jee what fun I had.

Ripping up the poor old man

His life force stained my hand

I don't think it'll wash this time

without leaving a trace

Maybe I won't get rid of the slime

I'll shove it in your face