THE SONG OF St. SOLOMON SLY

Wall pusher, wall pusher force your way through
Your doors are all locked and the windows barred too
Where is your key
Nobody knows
Look in the place where nobody goes

Wall pusher, wall pusher look for your key
The policeman is coming. He’ll ask about me.
And when they find me
What will I tell?
They’ll find your key buried as well.

Wall pusher, wall pusher hide away soon.
Now that they know you're not immune
And you'll be sent
Where you cannot push through
Your door will be locked and the windows barred too

Old Skeptyan Nursery Rhyme C1743