thief, burglar, you're stealing again?
I told you not to touch my biscuit
never been a stealer dear never been
me a stealer? you surely don't mean
a lie at the start of the day?
and you aren't a liar you say?
I ain't no liar you know that sweet mate
I'm a liar when one is waiting at the gate
should I keep the biscuit back at its place?
I'm no liar dear I'm no stealer
come to be just a kind dealer
when one is waiting at the gate
but would go back without regret
enough stealer go start your day
yay...............................................
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