Few freaks have such impeccable taste, Singing Pagliacci, smoking a Cuban cigar, And sipping L'Essence de Courvoisier, As he lowers you into the shark tank, To feed his hungry pet. Forget appearances He cloaks himself in affectations, And feigned cordiality But he will take you down at the knees, And kick your face until he can hide his shoe in your skull Or put a bullet through your brain, Before you can ask why he has an umbrella When the weatherman said No rain Cobblepot A name as Gotham As Chapman and Wayne Always dressed to the nines He drinks the finest wines But he can humiliate four thugs Who try to mug him In an alley Cut the fools down in a fury Steel shod umbrella, Razorblade shoes, And a gun up his sleeve Appearances deceive The definition of The Penguin