Fagin

Fagin

I'm a man of colorful reputation A rambling rogue and an old outlaw And I hold proud to my designation And to the children it does draw

They come to me hungry and poor Desperate for what help I can provide Better than anything else that can be hoped for All in exchange for services that I will confide

The wonderful thing about children Is their natural gift for petty theft Leagues better than any other crook in Britain Who often of success find themselves bereft

My dear children pick many a pocket Their hands quick and stealthy as snakes Bringing me many a snuff box and locket Each being rewarded on how much he makes

Not really too much to ask In exchange for hearth and home Just a simple, harmless little task And upon the streets you will no longer roam

My dear, I truly am a savior A bright light in this den of squalor Without me you won't have a prayer Just ask my little, Artful Dodger