THE OPENING CREDITS
Beside the rear window behind a torn curtain,
Rebecca sits spellbound. Blackmail, I'm certain.
The farmer's wife, old, at the end her rope,
once young and innocent, brimming with hope,
had hitched up with Harry, the wrong man, I guess.
The trouble with Harry? He said, "I confess,"
when questioned for murder and rank sabotage,
then flew with the birds, didn't say bon voyage.
(The lodger had told him, "You're wanted for murder! Go!"
He answered, "You're psycho!" in a frenzy of vertigo,
and said, "You're my lifeboat! I'll never desert you,"
then stole her fine topaz. Goodbye, easy virtue!)
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