kisses cause troubles

“It’s a Scottish poem. It’s about this knight who dies and these two crows are sitting there in this tree and they’re like, look he’s wearing a signet ring for his king, but where’s his king now? And he’s wearing a wedding ring, well, where’s his wife now? And then he looks like he was rich, because he has this scarlet sash or whatever and they’re like, well where’s his money now? So at the end they go, well, you eat his eyes, I’ll eat his liver. And it’s horrible, but it tells you all these stupid things that we chase around in life, it just doesn’t matter. So like, why don’t you go fishing instead?”