There’s a 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!