"The name's Bond, James Bond"

A demon day or night,

A phantom that wont fall,

He's known as 007,

But of course that isn't all.

A silencer on his gun,

He stealthily tracks down his prey,

This is work, not for fun,

To go forwards, killing's the only way.

Seducing women, he does the lot,

Sometimes only with a look,

He then finds her dead,

Car keys and his gun was all he took

A job or for revenge?

Anger strikes his every move,

Where will he go next?

A gunfight at the Louvre?

Before the opponent dies,

A question can be heard.

The answer's given – no lies:

"Who are you?"

"The name's Bond, James Bond."