Arthur Sly

Let it be known that Arthur Sly Was caught red handed and sentenced to die For he trespassed and stole fine things Like loaves of bread, diamonds, and rings This urchin of Satan horded all And the others to answer his call This gangsters hideout was well concealed Till we tortured his mates to seal the deal No matter how slight he might be in years His mind is best amongst his peers To rid us of this Haynes threat Let him be hung by the neck! The date is uncertain of this jest My magistrates motives are blotchy at best He says there is more and wishes to show Her majesties guest at the ball in snow