What They Do In Theos Lodge

That’s’ what they do in Theo’s lodge: All sorts of wrong papers forge; There every nosing cop dodge, Who’d rogues from hideouts disgorge… In Theo’s lodge would hoodlums surge, Sweet crime at all times their urge; There, new forms of it emerge; When ‘This Sin and 'That' they merge… So, from Theo’s lodge start Crime Purge: From the Brown Brick ‘Hoodlums’ scourge A crushing band’s rudest nudge And just watch all of them budge, Who Nation’s currency mar, Factory face change of a car… With all sorts of wrongs go far!