Paul Wilkinson

  Little Jimmy Tattersall
A small time, petty criminal
Began his life of crime before,
He'd reached the tender age of four.

At nursery school he'd nick the toys
Of all the other girls and boys.
He'd take their biscuits, cakes and sweets
And any other dainty treats.

Then on the bus he'd steal the fares
Of all the children sitting there.
And made a tidy little packet
Running a protection racket.

Until the school staff felt compelled
To get the little thug expelled.
Who, now left to his own devices
Indulged himself in further vices.

His parents warned him of their fears
And told him it would end in tears.
"It's time you changed your ways!" said Ma,
"One day, our Jim... you'll go too far!"

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