Since Peel crushed all mashers like gnatsSteed checked all the relevant statsSo wary of dangersThough neither were strangersHe made sure they kept separate flats!
Like Pauline, she was tied to the tracksAnd was strapped in for torture on racksBut soon she was freedBy trusty John SteedAnd to villains delivered the smacks
Come on, boys, enough, let's get realAnd cease this obsession with PeelMany years have passedFor that lovely lassShe now has to gum her oatmeal
Pot/kettle, my friend, soon will weWe’re all getting old, don’t you see?View those aging lassesThrough rose-colored glassesIn nursing homes you will par-tee!
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