Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief --
  if he had a rich man in his hand.
  And who would steal the candy
  from a laughing baby's mouth
  if he could take it from the money man.
  Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again.
  She signs no contract
  but she always plays the game.
  Dines in Hampstead village
  on expense accounted gruel,
  and the jack-knife barber drops her off at school.
  Laughing in the playground -- gets no kicks from little boys:
  would rather make it with a letching grey.
  Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung,
  who watches through the railings as they play.
  Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along.
  She's a poor man's rich girl
  and she'll do it for a song.
  She's a rich man stealer
  but her favour's good and strong:
  She's the Robin Hood of Highgate --
  helps the poor man get along.