There was now a beautiful she-devil, La Diablesse, a spawn of hell
Clad in embroidered lace and gold, and other finery as well
Carrying along dry bones, graveyard dust, graveyard dirt, and shells 
And other things necessary for her craft, her deceptions, her spells 

Now, there’s a grand story that has oft and still continues to be told
Today and still tomorrow, and since long times past of old
Everyman caught in hopes that his every wish would be pleased
Seduced by La Diablesse, dawn away, tempted, toyed with and teased

She floats on air, so listen well, and heed these words I give
Look for hat, turban, or veil, hoof for one foot, and so then chance to live
Whether dark of night, brightest day, children at bed or play
Note faint rattle, sweet perfume, scent of damp and decay

La Diablesse, beautiful she-devil, deception her fine art
False beauty and false promise, of this you want no part
Don’t pay her price, which is your life, the cost is much too dear 
Don't follow, ignore her glance, and steel youself fom fear