The Three Little Thieves

Under the leaves live three little thieves

they are bored with the common roles

down in the valley at the wood of fairy

they are planning a brand new roam

Go to the mage for younger age

and they steal his elixir

but without the spell it doesn’t work well

they only get a trip to fear

The dwarf, the elf and the leprechaun

Make their way to the fairy’s grace

With its magical power sure it can

make them lovely face

With an old, cheap cardtrick, win the witch’s broomstick

and make their way to west

Rag coats are flapping, Rodin’ the north wind

to despoil the griffin’s nest

Play on a tin flute and a mesmeric big lute

but their melodys’ out of tune

so it breaks the silence, wakes up the giant

who catches up and chokes them rude

The end of their way as a run-down mayday

They have an ale in Moe’s pub

Return to thier chamber to have a big slumber

but they realize they’ve been robbed