The Black Pimpernel
where is he?
He's not at home,
he's not at work
and
even his homie's
don't know where he
goes walkabout.
Where does a Black Pimpernel
go to ground?
Yet,
we hear rumours
he walks right
under our very noses!
Could he have a
'cloak of invisibility? '
this
elusive Black Pimpernel.
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