There was a young conman named Peck
Whose life was somewhat of a wreck
He sought solace in women
Who tried to reel him in
Which left them with only his v-neck
There was a crazed pilot called Murdock
Wild flying for him was a cakewalk
Friends were quite often dazed
At statements he phrased
But accepted his brain was quite adhoc
BA could put fear into most folk
His arms were solid like old oak
Friends gave him some room
To keep them from doom
'Cept a pilot who loved to provoke
Hannibal loves a cigar
And his plans are often bizarre
The guys give dark looks
But go after the crooks
Then take off like it's Nascar