The Ballad of Robin and Edna
Edna Clouds, dreamer, catch-me-if-you-can, hunted by police, together with her man.
T’was Robin Banks, that set her heart a throbbin’, a needy chap who drove the wheels, alias reliant Robin.
Third man was a mystery so legend has its say; the guy who packed the lead was deadly Rick O’Shea.
The fourth, at nine foot tall with face to make men quiver, a goliath of a man; called Stan Dandyliver.
Now, Edna’s gang of outlaws was always on the run and making up this fearsome five was big shot, Ivor Gunn.
Alas you reap just as you sow! as you will come to see, and Edna’s days were numbered in amateur felony.
Holding up a bank truck just didn’t go to plan, what should have carried bullion was in fact an ice cream van.
The shocked, bewildered occupants presumed their life was of over. Those two poor gents behind the glass, Forster Stand and Ben Dover.
Edna gave the order, face strained with lines and
wrinkles, but alas no bag of coins had she, just a double scoop with sprinkles.
It's the cops! cried Robin , the frightened little pup, arrested on the spot by constable Hans Zupp.
But Edna she escaped, and since, no one has seen her, it said she changed her name that day, now known as Miss Demeanor.
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