Seven felonies--
Now grumpy Teddy's snared.
Jury said, "Guilty, by heck!"
Depredations laid bare.
Now Teddy'll flee
(With a "guilty")
For back up there.

His good buddies were his tithers--
They gave him "loans" and stuff,
But it turned out he was lyin'
At tax time, and the jury called his bluff.

Yes, it can be that Teddy's snared.
All his gain was finally checked. . .
The numbers didn't square.
There's felony
(A felon, he).
Teddy: "'tain't fair!"

Teddy now will flee
Back to the sunlit night.
Can't stick taxpayers with fare
Like guv. . .takes kids on flight.
Melancholy
(For felon he)
Now Teddy's snared.

So, Teddy might be a writher
in bed, guardin' his duff,
If he's in prison lyin'
To keep cons from usin' his butt as muff.

A certainty is, Teddy's snared.
But he will appeal, by heck!
The trial just wasn't fair.
There's felony
(You're tellin' me!)
in Teddy's lair.

Ted might be on a bridge to nowhere.