You
are known in the local nick
And,
also, down at the police station
For
inspiring every lunatic
In
this inebriated nation.
Look
what you did to poor Odysseus –
You
gave Circe the potion for his wine.
In
order to make a fool of us
You
turned all of his men into swine.
As
you creep around the sky at night
Staring down with your owl's eye
You
like to make us argue and fight
But,
if I were to use as an alibi
The
fact that you toy with us for sport
My
words would simply be laughed out of court.
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