He was one year old, but he committed a crime.
He really didn't mean it, but someone saw.
The men in charge, they told his mother,
"He may be cute, but he's not above the law.
We're gonna hang that boy with a heavy, heavy rope
From the tallest redwood and we're guessing
It'll take ten thousand coils and we hope
When he gets to the bottom, he'll have learned his lesson."
Well they strung him up despite her tears
And they kicked his high chair into autumn
and seasons pa**ed and so did years.
He died a natural d**h before he reached the bottom.
He lived a full life on the way down
So long was the rope, so high was the tree
His hair stood up just like a crown
He was the scofflaw of gravity.