• Walking down the street, I didn't flinch or fall,
    when a man stepped up to me, standing nice and tall.
    His face was light, his hair was gray,
    his nose was bulbous, too.
    Until he said, "I am Fred.", I hadn't had a clue.
    His reputation was likely,
    he was a killer as for a beast,
    and when he stuck that gun up to my head, I knew I was deceased.