He bent right down to pick up his valise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The best of all things to an end must come