He’ll creep in

As silent as a whisper of wind

You shall not hear him as he descends

Into your home without a sound


For he shall not leave, until what he wants, he’s found


The quiet little thief, no one has seen him


For the reason that he belongs wholly to another kingdom

He has slipped in and he will slip out


He’ll have his prize without a doubt


Taking the goods back to his precious


Receiving that smile that had seemed so infectious


Even knowing deep within


That stealing is his great sin


He'll not give it a second thought


For he now has her love


For which he has longingly fought.