Oops! run as fast as you can,
Hide, so you can’t be seen
Look around the neighborhood
There might be policemen on the post.
“Oh! there’s no one,” he whispers
Thinking somebody is running after him.
there is profuse sweating,
Wipes it, to clear it off.
He peeps at the snatched wallet.
Laughs anxiously with wide-opened eyes
He thinks of filling his stomach to the full,
With much to spare for a buying spree.
“Ha!ha! ha! much money,” says he,
He is very happy.
However…unknowingly,
The guard nabs him all the way.
Aha! naughty boy, drop to the ground!
You, abandoned waif!
Pitiful, whipped, grabbed and cursed.
Now, in prison you will be awakened.