Charley, you have stirringly recalled me to My Sacred Duty as a Banjo Picker. Herewith, off the bottom of my head -- Bob

THE MASTERTONE MURDER -- Coda
(Played in a minor key -- oh, any old minor key.)

They confiscated his banjo, with gentle loving hands,
They took it to the luthier, who dealt in prominent brands,
He carefully repaired the dent in the tone ring just like new,
You should get such medical care, paid for by taxes too.

And now it rests in a glass case in the Mastertone Museum,
But to its former owner, no reference to him,
Merely a glowing tribute to a quality banjo
That, when used for murdering, kills at a single blow.