All is silent, not a sound nor sight
Until appears a man dressed as black as night
Holding a big black
Bulgingly full sack
Off he heads to his secluded hideout
When comes the dreaded shout
"THIEF!! THIEF!! A thief has robbed my house!
Come back here you miserable louse"
Off runs the thief and reaches his home safe and sound
But it was soon surrounded by air and on ground
The baddie was marched off to jail
And his house was put up for sale
Some say he buried some of his treasure
so if he was caught he'd still have a great measure
So find it if you can , you''ll be really wealthy
With it you can make a dying man healthy
If you are the poorest of the poor
You'll be rich if you can find it
(P.S -It's hidden in the moor)
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