She had only lost a few good teeth, but they all were right up front.
& her skin was like a wrinkly, leathery brown.
She was not all that inclined to speak, but then, she could be quite blunt.
& she made it clear each time she came to town.
They called her Mother Plucker 'cause she'd lived out on a farm.
But she was closer to Ma Barker than a hen.
They cursed that Mother Plucker as they heard each new alarm.
Gall dang! She's gone & robbed the bank again!
She would sometimes make a bank withdrawal, but with insufficient funds,
with her old work glove wrapped 'round a forty-four.
She would then depart with all her haul from whichever way she'd come,
disappearing just a few feet out the door.
Everyone knew just who she was. Everyone knew where she once lived.
Yet still she was as slippery as a greased pig in a poke.
Everyone knew just what she does. No one could find out where she hid.
She turned the cops of Keystone into something of a joke.
Then one day she's gone, so goes the tale, but just where nobody knew.
If the truth be known, you might be well-surprised
to discover, when all else has failed, just what some folks just might do:
how an out-of-work young actor might survive.
Now, it's been a while since I've been back to go visit Keystone town.
& it's been a while since I've been poor & cold.
Now, my film career is right on track with a lot more ups than downs.
& it's been a while since I've played women's roles.
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