There was a crooked man who limped
With greed in every toe.
He walked a crooked mile and found
A gold mine wrapped in dough. . . .
I mean to say a company
That named him CEO.

He claimed an obscene salary,
Enough to buy some toys - -
A house in Hampton and a yacht
For partying the boys,
A crooked senator to stamp
Approval on his joys.

His offshore funds could save all strays,
Be they beast or man;
And rescue those of us who face
A failing pension plan.
His Rolex ticked, his cane plied on,
And nothing hit the fan.

He charged his fat expense account,
Which never seemed to fail - -
Until it failed, and now he lives
Inside a crooked jail.