The Eggman worked the corner of Zelda and Alley-way.
He’d had tricks up he sleeves, once.
Tricks to make his rodents dance.
No more dancing the pixel –
or the hatcha-hatcha, or chase.
No more chase.
I peeped out my window every day at him,
Watched him work the kids:
“Hey! Wanna see if I can guess yer weight?
Just hop in the sack – no? No? NO?
They’d steal his hat,
roll him into a small alley,
beat him here, there,
Happened every day.
And each time, Robin just sat there, going “Tweet”.