The Finger Of Lesotho

<br>He smiled with contentment<br>As he placed the present in the box<br>Sealing up the wrapping paper<br>Waiting for the courier<br>The motorcycle messenger, riding through the rain<br>To deliver the parcel<br>To the castle of his latest flame<br>he now appeared preoccupied<br>Waiting for the telephone<br>To confirm the arrival<br>Of the parcel at her home<br>The motorcycle messenger, arriving through the rain<br>Pausing at the doorbell<br>And studying the names<br>She smiled to herself<br>Imagining the surprise<br>But, then, she wasn`t sure<br>Weather to believe what she saw<br>Before her eyes<br>A beautiful ring<br>Of diamonds and gold<br>Still attached to the finger<br>Of the man whose fortune that they`d stole<br>`The finger of Lesotho`