There should be a lock up somewhere for crimes of emotion,
Somebody's are tresspassing on Happy Street they see lights are glowing.
Breaking and entering into "Mr. Mood's" house, up the road, 2209,
Up until then, the last anybody heard, in for the night he was fine.
Pre-meditated murder for killing the man, they will try to deploy,
Address of 4406, attempted robbery, almost stealing the fun in "Ms. Joy".
Driving on a suspended license, leaving the scene, charges won't even matter,
Capturing, the nerve wrecking convicts, those arrests have to come with flatter.
Inquiring about protective orders, stalking charges stand against the mob,
Not close to ashamed, they found where she worked, "Ms. Joy" nearly swiped on the job.
No capias please, struggling to the chitterlings, right close to the holidays,
"Mr. Mood" missed that gravy train, on one of his swings, caught before X-Mas day!
Still holding on, thieves are steady hunting "Ms. Joy", in her time of the year,
Let them keep on, she is going down for assault, all while spreading her cheer!
Every eve, of the new 24-7's, of the 365's, making resolutions,
Avoiding clepto's, and murderers, that can cause true feeling erosions.
The jailhouse would overlow, people in droves, dropping by the litters,
Out numbered suspects to question for the "Ms. Joy" stealers, and "Mr. Mood's" killers!