There once was a woodcutter called Stephen,
Who lived in the woods all alone,
And never thought much of anything,
'cept gold and a house with a dome.

Now, poor Stephen was not very rich,
For he never liked to work much,
But rather preferred to sit and daydream
Of gems that would be in his clutch.

It was late evening when it happened,
When Stephen decided to steal
From the richest man in all the land
Who had peacocks for every meal.

Amazing though it seemed to Stephen,
All did not go successfully,
For the guards who were on the lookout,
Found on the wall a man so happy.

They asked what he was doing so late,
Perched on the wall laughing with mirth.
So, Stephen, withouth a single thought,
Said, "I stole from the richest man on earth."

All of a sudden, the air turned thick,
Stephen was no longer smiling
As the guards brought him screaming, yelping,
Towards the excecutioner's dwelling.