Johnny's playful
But lacks lovin',
By his mom not cuddled, calmed, and kissed,
So he'll be cleavin' and she'll be ceasin' to exist.

Johnny's needful,
Feels unwanted,
Fast he becomes an impassioned guy--
Little bro' just said, "Hello"
And got poked in the eye.

At age seven, he'll get carried away
And scheme a killin' spree--
[out-of-tune harp pizzicato]
Decease his family.

Little fella is way beyond irate,
He carries a lead weight,
Applied to conk a pate,
The guy has convict traits.

Then Johnny's baleful,
In fact, thuggish,
And some day he'll slay the family;
He has already stabbed the
Au pair, and he's only three.

[4 years later]

At age seven, he gets carried away.
Is he the demon seed,
[out-of-tune harp pizzicato]
Or is it unmet needs?

Little fella sealed his fate with that weight.
He'll have a real long wait,
They won't open the gate
Until he's sixty-eight.
They don't asphyxiate.

[61 years later]

Now Johnny's gray-full,
In fact, ruggish,
And his pate and gait are unsteady.
After sixty-eight long years,
The lug, he still ain't lead-free.

Johnny's baleful, Johnny's ale-full,
Johnny's jail-full.

[15 years later]

Released at eighty-three.