Behind bars,
Broken Jars.
Is this what I deserve.
It's no fair,
Rats in my hair.
Bad guys do I serve.
It's me, Mr. Morter,
I'll give you my lucky quarter.
Anything, oh please, oh please.
It's horrid here,
Just be a dear.
It's smells like stinky cheese!
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