Things A Twelve Year Old Hears

We never mention my Uncle Jay
He’s in prison you know.
I’m not spose to know even that
But I listen to talk from below.

They never talk ‘bout what he done
For him to have landed in jail.
It must have been sumthin’ mighty bad
And would prob’ly make quite a tale.

Uncle Jay used to live down the street
In the nicest old house in town.
He was manager of the local bank
And courted the Widow Brown.

Widow Brown was quite a looker
And flirted with all the men.
But she left town when Uncle Jay was arrested
And was never heard from again.

I heard a story that the bank went broke
And Uncle Jay tried to flee
But they caught him ‘fore he got very far
And took away his liberty.

A large sum of money was missin’
The law folks never found any
And rumors were that Uncle Jay
Never got even a penny.

And somewhere out in the wide, wide world
Lives a beautiful, wealthy lady
Whose name might not be Widow Brown
But her past is definitely shady.

While languishing in a prison cell
No word does he have of regret
Uncle Jay must remember how things were
And Widow Brown he’ll never forget