Sister theif
It brings me joy to watch your face
As when I bring things to our place
Your eyes light up with a little spark
That shows this thing is your mark
So the next time I see the thing I got
It will not ever be in its proper spot
It will always be upon your person
As you're not in the least fearsome
That I will start to huff and puff
When I see you take all my stuff
Because it bring me joy to watch your face
Whenever I bring new things to our place