Disclaimer: I own nothing relevant, I just like to rhyme.
What is that wonderful, enticing smell?
Surely it's treasure, or gold – I can tell!
It's calling to me and I want it, I crave it
Unappreciated; it wants me to save it
A lonely watch, or a coin, or a locket
Lying forgotten, perhaps, in a pocket
Or maybe a bracelet, an earring, a ring?
Lost in a purse – oh the poor little thing!
Don't worry, Shiny, I'm coming for you
There's not many cracks where I cannot squeeze through
I run and I climb and I jump and I crouch
And I will not rest until you're in my pouch
There you are, Shiny; a necklace, how cute!
Into my pouch with the rest of my loot
The people who had you have failed to preserve you
And thus it is clear that they do not deserve you
Now, where can I hide it so Mummy won't find it?
Perhaps in my nest? Or below or behind it?
Maybe he won't notice it if I wear it?
Or maybe, just maybe, he'll agree to share it …?
No, he will not, because Stealing is Wrong
If Mummy sees it it'll be gone before long
And then he will take away more of my treasure
And he will give me the Look of Displeasure
He says that I shouldn't take what isn't mine
I can't help myself – they're alone, and they shine!
But I love my Mummy, don't want him to yell
So maybe I shouldn't … wait, what is that smell?