Peter Piper the drug lord
In a small town long ago
They had a problem it was hobos
They sat on their asses
And refused to make stashes
Until Peter spoke up
"The mayor tried poison
The mayor tried traps
The even gave us some handicaps
I know a place where we can go
We just have to go on toe"
They snuck out of town with no one around
They went to a field
And the followers yield
A bounty of treasure with no ones repiel
They go off their asses
And made some stashes
Then went to town
And made a pound
Cops found the stashes
And burnt them to ashes
Peter went to jail
And got impailed
Learn from Peter
Drugs are for greeders
Theyll do you wrong
Like this ol' song