Naughty man comes running
People duck away
Infamous is the man
Happ'ning by today 

Sitting for an interview
Suit and tie and slacks
Distracts the inter-viewers
Steals behind their backs

Johnny Wrong-Do Gimpkin
Prancing down the street
Steals everything in sight
Runs on stolen feet

Nicks the queen's good knickers
(While they're on her lap)
Johnny Wrong-Do Gimpkin
Gets a hearty whap 

Off to jail goes Johnny
Feenly-fin'lly caught
Head lopped off at sunrise
Justice thusly brought. 

The End

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