There’s a Thief…

 

There’s a Thief…
Francesca Dix

 

Hey thief! 

In black and white,

I see you sneaking round at night.

 

Carrying a bulky bag,

I think it must be full of swag!

 

What have you got hidden up your sleeve?

And whose house are you going to thieve?

 

A poor man’s house?

Or Buckingham Palace?

Or maybe the church for a silver chalice?

 

I saw you riding on the tram,

Hiding your goods in a stolen pram.

 

I know who you are.

You’re big and bad,

But I won’t tell ‘cause you’re my DAD!

 

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