As I came out of the building Main,

I saw a little boy,with a mangled mane.

His hands and clothes were all dirty,

And it made my heart fill with pity.

My hand went into the pocket ,

And came back with a dollar.

His hand reached the upturned shirt collar,

And he looked back in indignant surprise.

Mister do you think am I a begger,he asked.

Hmm. Err... Well... was what I said.

It was merely to get you a toy,

Was all I told the little boy.

The boy said,I am a professional,

I earn my living, by working .

And not by begging alms,

I steal watches off people's arms.

Shocked and surprised I opened the cab gate,

As it was getting late.

I looked at my wrist for time,

But the watch that was gone, was Mine!!!