It's Death for Bonnie and Clyde

Bonnie Parker is reading her poem : 

You've heard the story of Jesse James / Of how he lived and died /
If you're still in need / Of something to read /
Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde. /

Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang /

I'm sure you all have read /

How they rob and steal / And those who squeal /

Are usually found dyin' or dead. /

They call them cold-hearted killers /

They say they are heartless and mean /

But I say this with pride / 

That I once knew Clyde /

When he was honest and upright and clean. /

But the laws fooled around /

Kept takin' him down / And lockin' him up in a cell /

Till he said to me: "I'll never be free /

So I'll meet a few of them in Hell." /

If a policeman is killed in Dallas / And they have no clue to guide /

If they can't find a fiend / They just wipe their slate clean /

And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde /

If they try to act like citizens / And rent them a nice little flat /

About the third night /

They're invited to fight /

By a sub-guns' rat-a-tat-tat. /

Some day, they'll go down together /

They'll bury them side by side /

To a few, it'll be grief /

To the law, a relief /

But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.