Thief
C. Frances-Hoad
He'll steal your keys,
he'll steal your cheese,
he'll steal your dreams from out your earhole.
He'll steal your spoons,
he'll steal your tunes,
he'll steal the ball and score an own goal.
He'll steal your van,
he'll steal your plan,
he'll steal the goldfish and the fish bowl.
Why he'll steal the lot from East to West,
he'll steal from North to South,
right before he steals the song I'm singing here clean out my