THE CURIOUS TALE OF WALTER COLLINS.

That curious Collins child
replaced with the face
of a child with less grace
and honour.
Your honour I swear
I never touched a hair
on that young chaps head
and now you say he is dead.
I axe you,
what man could I be
to destroy the innocence
and peace
of an angelic child?
Children are wild.
They should be penned up
like chickens, and hens
and I pen this lack of confession.
For you see I'm on a misson
to save this neck from the rope.
He was scooped up and cooped up
to tame him and frame him
and his curious, curious life.
I axe you.
Why would I take the life
of such an angelic child
with wings wild and in need of clips?
You could say he flew away
only to be replaced
with the face of a child
who had less grace.
Your honour I swear
I never touched a hair
on that young chaps head
and now you say he is dead.
I axe you.