Lootin’ the safe hidden in this room;
stealin’ from it’s so easy to do.

He sure should have camouflaged the safe better—
behind a painting was not very clever.
The combination was easy to reckon.

Movin’ were the tumblers—loudly too;
through the stethoscope I heard ’em boom.

To the safe I will impart weight relief.
In case you haven’t guessed, I am a thief.
I’m happy that my stay here will be brief. Then
zoomin’ will I be out of this room,
fleein with a giant jewel boon.
Stole stones; go, go!

And then I will be running far away;
in another town I’ll make my next play.
Don’t want the law comin’ to wreck my day.
Riflin’ the next griftee—again do it swiftly.

Lootin’s my karma/dharma; to it I’m doomed;
fleecing of the next victims soon looms—
they will know woe.

Lootin’ a bunch o’ stuff,
got not enough.