Kept his treasures in a hole
Everything that he possessed
Seemed to make him quite obsessed
With the thought that villains might
Come, and keeping out of sight
Of himself or of the law
Quietly tiptoe through the door
And stuff their pockets to the brim
With things that did belong to him.
And so he dug a sort of sump
And in, did resolutely dump
His television and his gram
And also he did fairly cram
A Leica and a tape recorder
A new transistor in good order
His money (notes of course, and silver)
Followed by his wife (he killed her)
Then after all his goods and pelf
He got in too and shot himself