Georgie Porgie pudding and pie,
Shot the boy and made him die,
When the pigs came out to play,
They said: You won’t have to pay.
First the piggies wouldn’t budge,
Georgie’s Daddy was a judge!
Then he was whisked off to gaol,
Shortly to be granted bail.
Now it seems that Georgie lied,
When for fiscal aid he cried,
Back to jail! a judge retorted
That’s what Yukio reported.
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