there  was a little magpie a little thief was he
he came in to my garden and landed on my tree
waiting for his chance for something he could rob
then on to my table the magpie he did bob
he took my silver spoon for staring up my tea
held it in his beak then magpie he did flee
magpie he returned looking for some more
so he could steel again and in the sky would soar
this went on a while so i put my things away
now i have never seen him to this very day