Excuse me, its the law,
And it is on the sign,
As water flows uphill,
And your kayak is in my eyes,
I dial 9 1_1- just fine,
For what I cant stand,
Is lawbreakers in my land,
For my eyes are chimes,
Swaying to my closeted crimes,
If you ring my bell and run,
Dont think that you have won,
I will wait for the slight breeze,
And for a petty-crime you will be hung,
For upon the law, and to wit, I do tell you a truth,
I peer out a vertical slit,
But it is my chimes that gather my proof.