Most are content, now their boots are hung up,
with Christmas, the crem and legality
but other old jailbirds in London and Kent
accept that their bent's criminality.
Maybe it's deep in the lag's DNA;
his genome means dreams of deposits,
he must plan a heist where he humbles the Bill
but most think more likely because it's
that last job, to do before brain cells decay
or he croaks as his arteries harden,
which leads him to whistle Reb Tevye's air
in basements beneath Hatton Garden.