Sometimes I wish that I could tweak
and twist and twirl this spirit mine
And with a rescal's manner seek
To play a villain so devine.

If mischief would precede my name
I'd revel in its' deviltry
Who knows what woes that I could claim
Or what a naughty scamp I'd be.

A tramp, a vamp, an aide-de-camp
To those who deal in treachery.
A scalawag with devil's stamp
Now that's what I would wish to be.

A handsome maiden's innocence
Is what I'd claim as rogue's first right.
I'd revel in her love intense
But only for just one sweet night.

I'd start a war and think no more
About who claimed the victory
If both sides lost, I'd laugh and roar
We rogues are mean as mean can be.

I'd like to steal a lot of gold
And spend it on skullduggery
I'd lie and cheat, if truth be told,
And blame it on humbuggery.

The Rogue can be so arrogant
He'll charm with sly and crafty look.
At times, you'll swear he's innocent
Until he takes your pocketbook.

And yet, for all his ventures told
The rogue's behavior is renown
His exploits grow to reach ten fold
His deeds enhanced from town to town.

But, I can see, on second thought
A rascal's life is not for me.
As Rogue I'd have to lie a lot
And I'm no good at trickery.

Because I'm bound toward honesty
My dreams are nothing more than thought.
For I am much too cowardly
And I would fear of getting caught.

And so, I think I'll keep in mind
A more convincing bravery
And do such deeds considered kind
And forego wicked knavery.