Creeping, creeping went the thief,
Not stepping on a single leaf.
Creeping and creeping into my house,
Like a tiny, little mouse.

Creeping as quiet as he could be,
unlocking my door with my key.
Without making a single noise,
He grabbed one of my favorite toys.

He took my mother's jewel box,
all my gold watches and my clocks.
He took more things that cost much money.
He took my toy robot, and that was not funny.

Then, he was creeping out of the house,
this time, quieter than a mouse.
He was crawling out of my garden with ease.
Fortunately, some flowers made him sneeze.

He was allergic to flowers, good thing too.
He hopped and he hopped like a kangaroo.
He sneezed some more but couldn't stop.
The noise woke my mother; she called the cop.

He sneezed as he tried to hold his nose tight,
He didn't see the cops come in a flash of light.
He was caught after he gave one last sneeze
and my lesson was: Don't leave out your keys.