Liar, liar, pants on fire

Deceiver, dissembler
Your trousers are alight
From what pole or gallows
?Shall they dangle in the night


When I asked of your career
Why did you have to kick my rear
With that stinking lie of thine
?Proclaiming that you owned a mine


When you asked to borrow my stallion
To visit a nearby-moored galleon
How could I ever know that you
?Intended only to turn him into glue


What red devil of mendacity
?Grips your soul with such tenacity
Will one you cruelly shower with lies
?Put a pistol ball between your eyes


What infernal serpent
?Has lent you his forked tongue
From what pit of foul deceit
?Are all these whoppers sprung


Deceiver, dissembler
Your trousers are alight
From what pole or gallows
?Do they dangle in the night


William Blake