Willie the Weasle
Man, Willie the weasel walked like a king.He wielded a walking stick, derby and ring,
With luck on his shoulder and wads of hard cash,
The women winked wisely when he ambled past.
That Willie the weasel was living the life,
With pearl handled gun and spring action knife,
He wandered the world with glamor and glitz,
From back alley crap shoots to baccarat pits.
He couldn't win peace and always lost love,
He laid down the derby, cane, and his gloves,
And cashed in his chips one cold winter day.
But nobody wept when he went away.
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