It seems I struck a nerve with my ham fisted blog yesterday. I have been accused to which I respond:  

I am Dan.
Dan I am.
I did not take your ham.
I would not take your ham

I would not take it from your house.
I would not take it with a mouse.
Not with a box, not with a fox.
I would not take it here or there.
I would not take it anywhere.

I would not, could not, in a car.
I did not take it in a tree.
You let me be.

I would not, could not take your ham.
Not in the dark, not for a lark. I did not take your ham I say.

And, like the great movie "The Silence of the Hams" where Dr. Lector advises Clarice on how to locate the the culprit: 

 "What does he do, Pat? He COVETS. Do we seek out things to covet? We begin by coveting what we see everyday." Look closer to home for the shifty eyed ham wrangler.

Plus I have an alibi...