[fidelis]

That reminds me of their take-off the the poem, "The Barefoot Boy"by John Greenleaf Whittier:

The Barefoot Fink

Pox upon thee little fellow
barefoot fink with stripe of yellow.

The gang you squealed on has the urge
to sing and strum your funeral dirge

In the drink you should have went
neatly cased in wet cement.

Delinquancy can be a blight
when finks like you don't do it right.

To look at you I hate to think
that I was once a barefoot fink.

[TChad]

Ha! Thanks for that.