Sinister Sam

 

 

 

 

A sinister plan a master plan I’m Sinister Sam I am I am I’ll rob from the rich I’ll rob from the poor I’ll even rob from a kid hay I’ll take what I can take. He stole from aunt Betty he even stole from mean old Stan a grumpy old man whom no one could stand. He even stole from widow Ann for what to lend himself a hand. He even stole from the local church just to praise his purse, he even stole from the orphanage to line his pockets whom he deemed less fortunate, He even stole a glimpse at Jill till her father chased him up that hill he even stole from the chef just to see if he could bake, He even stole from the law which perhaps was his fatal flaw which perhaps is why he’s on the lam on the road hiding from the man,

 

So why’d you do it Mr. Sam why’d you have them sticky hands why’d you steal from mean old Stan that grumpy old man who no one could stand, why’d you steal from widow Ann for what to lend yourself a hand, why’d you steal from the local church why to think Of such a lurch, why’d you steal from the orphanage could there be anyone less fortunate. Why’d you steal that glimpse at Jill and make her old man chase you up that hill why’d you steal that pie from chef I’ve ate his food that man can bake and why’d you steal that car from the law if they didn’t someone would have saw? So lets hear it Mr. Sam why’d you hatch such dastardly plans, why’d you go on such a spree spreading grief and pain beyond belief. Well despite what I do I do it well there’s no great mystery to solve no great secret to unveil I’m just a simple man with a master plan I’m just Sinister Sam I am I am.

 

I just broke out of jail so I guess I’m out for a spell so I think I’ll go down to town and raise a little fuss but first Ill need a plan no no a master plan cause I’m Sinister Sam I am I am.. To be continued.