The boy from bassandean
Who painted a portrait of the queen
Has showed how good and evil collide
Once admired by all
His paintings did once hang in halls
Only to be torn down and sacrificed.
For this boy from bassedean
Had a poisened inner soul
A Jekyll and Hyde as it were.
He corrupted and abused
Using innocents as his muse
Then stated that it never did occur.
The wobble board is broken
The wooden horse is lame
Juidisery has spoken
He will hang his head in shame
For society will paint a portrait
A stars fall from grace
When his name is spoken
It will be revered with utter distaste.