• I caught that sly fox
    on the corner of Third and Waterloo.
    This kid was something else,
    completely baffling I tell you.

    He attempted to steal my wallet,
    only a minute ago.
    I knew this kid was young,
    but could he really be so low?

    I recongnize him clearly,
    from the many wanted signs.
    I could turn him in now
    and put him in those iron binds.

    I considered this for a moment,
    to all my friends I could boast!
    But he pleaded for my time,
    a minute at most.

    He said he had a story,
    about his lowly, pathetic life.
    And how he needed to steal,
    for his sick and dying wife.

    I saw those small tears
    welling up in those dark green eyes.
    I sighed and replied "Okay."
    "But no spinning up lies!"

    He told me his story,
    it seemed like the truth.
    He mentioned his wife,
    his wife was named Ruth.

    Ruth was dying he told me,
    a sickness quite rare.
    The medical was expensive,
    thus his house was stripped bare.

    They were thrown out soon,
    into the darkened city street.
    Because the rent he once had
    was too expensive to meet.

    He continued on with his story,
    speaking in a low, sad tone.
    Only then did I realize,
    he could not survive like this on his own.

    I stopped him promptly,
    puting my hand on his shoulder.
    I've had similiar problems,
    I was like him, but only slightly older.

    I gave him a warning
    to stop his stealing habit.
    Otherwise, he'd have to face the gaurds,
    who would trap him like a rabbit.

    He smiled and thanked me,
    "Thanks so much!" is all he could say.
    He gave me one more apology,
    and then he was on his way.

    He sped around the corner,
    past Greenhaven and Hitch.
    I checked my pocket and found my wallet missing,
    "THAT THIEVING SON OF A B****!!!"