The burglar hides behind the shed,
He waits until we're all in bed.
And when he knows we're fast asleep.
Up to the window, he does creep.
In the window~frame, he puts a tool.
Grips it real tight, then gives a pull.
But worry not, he does no harm,
He's activated our alarm.
Lizzy Tomlinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burgling/
