Like serpents now, we’re slyly creeping,
Then on our prey like tigers leaping.
In a twinkling we garotte him—
No escape when so we’ve got him.
While on him there is a stopper,
We clean him out of every copper.
Stick unto him till we bag
All he has to the last mag;
His body then, by way of ransom,
We seize and squeeze out something handsome.