Click. Eyes of a hearth -
Tock. Welcome to folk
Twist. My my 'lil lady-
How tartly, young lass.
Shot gun, ready. Crank.
Tick, tock. Twist.
The stopwatch is ticking.
Good. Nobody saw.
Get.Out, of here.
Tick. Tock. Back again-
To the streets, to the corner
To the great lock!
Most interesting sir, what a bounty you bring.
Most interesting Madame, great stockades you bring.
Yet lack.
No gun-
No gold-
No, grains-
Of gold. Get.
Out.
