In the land of ‘Whisper-Mumbles’
Where the double barrels lurk
Writing scripts of right palavers
That sent the audience berserk
Lord Conniver of Blue Measly
Snitch finder General on the prowl
Holding undercover rulings
With a condemnatory scowl
Traitors gate is beckoning
For those who overplayed their hand
To rot inside a stonewall wilderness
In a far-off reckless land
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