I am Rob
I’m as slick as a fox
Yesterday I stole from Bob
I took his shiniest rock
Master of sneaky
I take what I please
What I do isn’t even tricky
It comes at ease
Watches, pens, and random items
get stashed in my pocket
then people can’t find them
I can’t resist money or a locket
Dylan’s golf hat is tempting
I walk up and take position
He’s to talking to Ann and not looking,
so I steal it without hesitation
Five hours later my mother comes to pick me up
Lately my head is itchy, so I constantly scratch
I steal my mother’s green coffee cup
and glance around for other items to snatch
My mother can’t believe her eyes
My hat and head have lice
Now, I want to die
I plead and promise not to steal ever again
as I look up at the sky
not even mother’s fancy red pen
I won’t steal, and I’m not telling a lie