Fraudsters are wolves in sheep clothing
Their aim is to extort your hard earnings
They are predators roaming the street
seeking whom to devour
They are as cunning as a fox
lazy men and women,
who lurk around street and allies
for preys to claw on
Fradsters are wise thieves and robbers
Who need no guns nor weapon
They are clever and trickish
They cook up strange tales and stories
that when you hear you pity
But when you lend a helping hand
They strip you off your hard earns
and disappear as sudden as they had come
Fraudsters are truthful liars in disguise
who claim to be from distant land
with merchandise of great sort to sell
Oh! how convincing they can be
but in all, their prey be you
they impact great fear in you
And when they lay their hands on you,
they leave you to your own despair