There in the street 

A boy was giving a treat

Because he got his first job!

The street...belonged to a mob

Now, they were not the friendly type

Not the ones to give you a sweet smile

They were of that kind whose laugh was evil

Who never uttered a word civil

But no mobster spoke in the street

As the boy gave his treat

For he was their boss's son

And everyone loved him a ton

So they all joined the merry laughter

Which continued for everafter