The
cauldron of bubbling crooks
They
will stay on to enjoy their loot
Now
who dare to complain of their antics?
The
back-door rock they will say!
Like
the frogs they are
Sitting
cool feeling the warm
The
bubbling water blinding them
Until
they are blocked and cooked
The
message is clear
“Don't
steal what isn't your own
You
will never get a free passage
You
will get hooked and displayed”
Do
the crooks hear it?
They
will not as they are deaf
The
eyes on the loot
The
smell of the wagon train
Outside
the praying bells
The
voices of the decent folks
They
will sing and pray
The
right to stay in place
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