Cyanide and happiness
A perfect pair of rogues
Suits are immaculate
With a lovely pair
Of brogues.

Cyanide and happiness
Were the Bonny and Clyde
Of there day,
They robbed the rich
And gave to the poor
It was the game they play.

Cyanide and happiness
We’re not  two clever dudes
After every crime committed
They left too many clues.

Cyanide and happiness
We’re caught and duly tried
The jury found them guilty
On the gallows
they would die..

Cyanide and happiness
Known as the cranky crooks
Read about there exploits
In a my first edition books.