Long ago I met a boy
This boy had too many fingers
Twelve to be exact
We shall call him "the Twelve Fingered Boy," or Twelve for short
Twelve was different, dangerous, one might say
He acted belligerent when things swayed from his taste
Those around him tried to appease him, but Twelve had mace
He enjoys taunting puppies and threatening them with the mace
Nothing Twelve did ever pleased him though
Twelve was running low on cash
He need money for torturing
He sent a slave to fetch a lottery ticket
It must have been his lucky day, for he won the lottery
But even he realized it was too much money
He wrote a riddle for his slaves to solve
If the slaves could figure the riddle
He would set them free
And give them all of his money
The first clue was "the hate list"
The list was a list of all those who were hated
The next clue was "stolen"
It blamed all of those hated people for everything bad
Like cancer, and pebbles in shoes
After this the hated people were mad and frustrated
They began slandering Twelve
But to no avail
The next clue was called, "There will be lies"
Twelve created it to make the hated look like liars
Twelves' slaves went along with him since that was part of their job requirements
The next clue was "the ask and the answer"
The slaves had never asked a question before
It was all foreign to them
They assumed it meant to kill the hated people
The slaves killed those hated people
And buried them in holes
The Ask and the Answer was the last clue
No slave solved the riddle
No slave escaped
It was all for play
It was all a game for the terrible twelve
Now the slaves were sinners
They had the blood of their brethren on their hands
They were sinners now and nothing could be done about it
They shrugged their shoulders and went back to work
Twelve looked out his bathroom window while piddling one day
He saw a bird on an old hickory tree
The bird said, "Poo-tee-weet"
