'Twas the night before Christmas in Two Thousand Ten
The Feds made a case, the indictment was in
The charges were outlined & detailed with care
Thirty seven in all, prosecutors found there
The Walkers were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of annuities danced in their heads
A place in Port Arthur to hang out with friends
Fine dining and bling & a Mercedes Benz
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
Agent Brewer was there & looked into the matter
He peered through the window, then kicked in the door
And Calvin was cuffed, his head on the floor
The moon on the crest of the creosote pole
The city inspector would not be cajoled
"This work is sub-standard & not up to code"
The city employee so dutifully crowed
The school board met to discuss Calvin's fate
And Walker's Electric fueled the debate
"Let's keep him", said Woodrow, "Calvin's legit"
"He ain't been found guilty, they'll surely acquit"
The lackeys all cheered & began to applaud
Except for Tom Neild, who questioned the fraud
Then Butch stared him down, "Silence! You cracker"
"This district is black, & getting still blacker"
Now Ambres, Now Bush, Now Williams, Now Reece,
And snow white soul sistuh, Brassard The Obese
Explain to peckerwood how business is done
Cut Calvin the checks, let's get back to the fun!
Butch summoned a shyster, his name was Saint Dick
Dripping with snake oil, he knew every trick
The Pastor Reverend Doctor Deguerin!
His flock livened up and stopped their despairin'
A Bundle of cash he'd charge his new client
The defense lawyered up and got quite defiant
"Relax now kids, don't worry yourselves"
"We'll stack the jury with trailerhood elves"
"We'll find us a couple of dazed honky misters
And nine tons of dumb fun, horny white sisters
And just so they know that our side ain't jokin'
She's deep undercover, our wild card token
Rawl's prosecution appeared to be blurry
Like a foggy wintertime Christmas snow flurry
The Reverend Doctor offered objection
Mostly based on Calvin's complexion
Deguerin & Rawls went back to their bases
And both sides finished and rested their cases
Clark gave the instructions on deliberation
told jurors not to fret the potential duration
They went to their room to begin their discussin'
Outside overheard was screamin' and fussin'
The jury could never completely agree
Throw him in prison or just set him free
They passed a few messages on to Ron Clark
The judge, irritated, ignored the remark
"You keep on debating!", the note from the judge
But an obstinate few refused to be budged
So out came the jury, their paper in hand
"Have you reached a decision?" the judge did command
St. Dick looked at Walker and said with a smile
"Merry Christmas Dear Calvin, Fuckin' Mistrial!"