A most _electric_ gentleman
He was his whole life through.
Down busy ways his _current_ ran,
As all his friends well knew.
He was _live wire_, so to say,
He liked to see things go,
_Magnetic_ in most every way
--_A human dynamo_.
One day a blue coat collared him
When on some mischief bent,
And in a jail cell dark and dim
His next few days were spent.
What was the _charge_ against him? Yes
’Twas natural, you see,
So much so you could really guess
--Assault and _Battery_.