Squeaky (The Story of Lynette Fromme)

Little Squeaky, you're so cheeky
In your kaftan scarlet red.
You're so plucky, Ford got lucky
With your pistol to his head.

Hair of fire, your desire
Is a war you can't explain.
Helter Skelter, from a shelter
You would watch it with disdain.

Cute and freaky, you're so sneaky
With the gun you had concealed.
You're so spunky, but so clunky
Is the iron you've revealed.

Not a lady, but you're shady
And some blood you wanna spill.
Squeaking, moaning, no atoning,
For your master you would kill.

Swiftly tackled, chained and shackled
After Charlie forced your hand.
Mad and crazy, thoughts so hazy
Like a war-torn wonderland.