Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief - if he had a rich man in his hand.
And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he could take it from the money man.
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again.
She signs no contract but she always plays the game.
She dines in Hampstead village on expense accounted gruel, and the jack-knife barber drops her off at school.
Laughing in the playground gets no kicks from little boys: would rather make it with a letching grey.
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung who watches through the railings as they play.
Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along.
She's a poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a song.
She's the rich man stealer but her favour's good and strong: she's the Robin Hood of Highgate- helps the poor man get along.
