You lumpish man,
You're jolly & merry,
You're still happy,
Despite what you carry,
You wear a derby,
Atop your head,
Briefcase in hand,
And too well-fed,
Hearty chuckles,
So big & booming,
And a walk-of-waddle,
From lard, assuming,
A forewarning to heed,
Of his corpulent guise,
Charming are his words,
But lies, they're all lies!
Keep a close watch,
He's out on the lam,
He can swindle you all,
With his clever scam.
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