Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine. Vol. 98, No. 4 & 5. Whole No. 588 & 589, October 1991

Harvey was a teller

And he had a great thing going—

He used his special system

That the bank was far from knowing.

In handling big accounts,

Sometimes he’d deftly skim

Some money off the top,

Which promptly went to him.

He counted every week,

Soon saw his profits double,

Till an auditor got wise

And burst his little bubble.

Harv’s uttered protestations

Were all of no avail.

Now he’s still in there counting—

Not cash, but years in jail.