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The Story of Little Nick-a-Fund

One day Mother said, “Samuel dear,
I must go out and leave you here.
But mind now, Samuel, what I say,
Don’t use customer funds while I’m away.
The great tall regulator comes
To boys who nick their client’s funds;
And ’ere they dream what he’s about,
He takes his great big baton out,
And bops and carts them off, toute suite —
This is what happens to boys who cheat.”

Mother had scarcely turned her back,
He’s pocketed the lot: Alack! Alack!
The door flew open, in he ran,
The great, long, red-legged enforcer-man!
Oh! children, see! the bopper’s come
And caught our stupid Nick-a-Fund.
Bonk! Bonk! Bonk! The truncheon goes;
And Samuel cries out “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Bonk! Bonk! Bonk! It goes so fast,
Both Sam’s wrists in cuffs at last!

Ma posts bail, and there Sam stands,
He looks quite sad. He shows his hands;
“Ah!” said Mother, “I knew he’d come!
To naughty little Nick-a-Fund.”