Mad Mr Smack
He’ll pull the trigger - no revoking
Rarely smiles - very straight
Never early, never late
Mr. Smack, o what a wreck our Mr. Smack
His soul is broken by a crack
His bullets shine, so they slide softly
He’s got one ready, it’s too costly
Beware, but don’t go hiding
Don’t search, or he’ll be finding
He’ll get you bad; he’ll put you in a sack
And drop you in the river, mad Mr. Smack
His tear could cure the world
He’ll never cry, he gave his word
Too fragile, yet too strong
Our Frankie Smack, not living long
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