The Three Little Thieves
Under the leaves live three little thievesthey are bored with the common rolesdown in the valley at the wood of fairythey are planning a brand new roamGo to the mage for younger ageand they steal his elixirbut without the spell it doesn’t work wellthey only get a trip to fear
The dwarf, the elf and the leprechaunMake their way to the fairy’s graceWith its magical power sure it canmake them lovely face
With an old, cheap cardtrick, win the witch’s broomstickand make their way to westRag coats are flapping, Rodin’ the north windto despoil the griffin’s nestPlay on a tin flute and a mesmeric big lutebut their melodys’ out of tuneso it breaks the silence, wakes up the giantwho catches up and chokes them rude
The end of their way as a run-down maydayThey have an ale in Moe’s pubReturn to thier chamber to have a big slumberbut they realize they’ve been robbed