On Halloween, amidst the ghouls Was born an imp.They called him Jules! A cherub's face and winning smile Camouflaged the devil's guile. Asleep in bed, he looked a saint But when he woke, grown men would faint! On every day (in every year) He causes chaos everywhere. Earthquakes can be rather noisy. So is Jules with "HELLO BOYSEY!!!" You smile at first to this refrain There follows then the hurricane. More easy is to try and stop A bull within a china shop. He's best defined by rock'n roll - All mayhem, sex and alcohol. Jules is only ever surly When denied his "girly-whirly". The law's a challenge, if you doubt, For Jules to learn and then to flout. His mission is to give no peace To friends or neighbours or police. His picture's passed from state to state. He's known to every magistrate. Jules, you are so rare a species That we all love you to pieces. You probably don't give a fuck. But Jules, trust us, don't push your luck.