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Behin' bared doors, beneath yer floors,
in cozy dens and caverns deep
y'll find me der down under de stair
where gutter rats scamper and silverfish sleep. 

"Who can I be, hmmmm let me see.
I be a thief Good Grief!"

On to Ol' Town's docks walks Goldylocks
decked in de heights a fashion
in 'er purse I peeks, I rummage, I sneaks
discoverin' coin for me passion!

Den off to de park fer another mark,
I grimace and frown appearin de clown
Whilst signin' for de gang we makes a plan
ta break all de rules in de 'ole damn town.

Soon der's a tussel wid all of dis muscle 
den me fingers kin creep in 'is pockets deep
grabbin' the loot I's trained ye see
yet, what I find i donna na keep.

Who can I be, hmmmm let see, 
I be a thief Good Grief!

At Marchant's Oak near Fayrin's rest
Down forest paths,through high grass
I stalk de traders, cause I loves dem best
Why let me see who can I be so crass?

Who can I be, hmmmm let see, 
I be a thief Good Grief!

But surin what I find I will na keep
Dough stealing be me duty,
I'll give ye back whats in yer pack
Fer I be an Honorable beauty.

And if per chance ye needs a hand
Wid opening treasure boxes cutie..
Donna get smart wid some other tart
who'll walk off wid yer booty!

Just 'ave a cheer fer I be 'ere
~Honoravillana at yer duty!

Dis 'err piece a work be dedicated to de Raven ‘aired beauty
name of Constance La France

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