Franks And Beans And Jail, Oh My

A Tuggle the clerk did see in the light
A man who had sinned, and taken flight
Searched they all did, hard through the wood
But he had hidden neatly, and pretty good
Hungry, still, the Tuggle he was
So he crept into town famished, probably buzzed
And when he arrived, camoed and not very clean
The law caught him, in his hands franks and beans

Sam Taylor