"The world has surely lost it's head, the news is full of crimes  There's robberies in The Telegraph and there's murders in The Times  And always more obituaries and even one of these  Concerns the brutal slaughter of one old Miss Emma Keyes  The police have got their man, they're sure, he never left the scene  Indeed, he raised a hue and cry, a most unusual thing  An arsonist, a murderer, his soul will soon be frying  He's young but old enough to kill and not too young for dying  Now it seems the populace will queue to see him stand in court  To hear him speak his wicked lies while smiling at his thoughts  This arrogant young ruffian is obviously guilty  Though nowhere does it say exactly how or why he killed her"  "Forget it dear, it's not the first, there's bound to be another  The way you carry on you'll have us thinking she's your mother  This man called Lee has had his day and soon he'll be forgotten  So put that paper down before your breakfast goes quite rotten"