The Burger Burglar

The burger burglar comes at night, when nobody’s there to disturb her.

The burger burglar comes at night, when nobody’s there to curb her.

The burger burglar’s lithe. The burger burglar’s thin.

She spots a broken window pane, and slinky as chips, slips in.

The burger burglar’s up to no good; she stops and looks around her.

The burger burglar wants some food; she spots a quarter pounder.

She squeezes the ketchup (no-one can catch her).

Mayonnaise too (and no-one can match her).

She gobbles ten burgers, bun after bun,

But here come the sirens – run, run, run!

The burger burglar’s full. Her tummy’s as round as a ball.

The burger burglar tries to escape, but she can’t even move at all.

The burger burglar’s in a fine pickle

(Her nose is oozing with sauce in a trickle).

The burger burglar’s fat, she’s stout. She tries to run but she can’t get out.

She hears the cops, they yell, they shout!

But then she spots a salad leaf,

(And this bit here’s beyond belief)

She chomps it up, she waits, and then

The burger burglar’s thin again.

The burger burglar runs, and nobody sees her go.

The burger burglar runs, and nobody seems to know

Who see is. Who she could be? Whoever she is it’s a mystery!

I don’t think it’s you and I’m sure it’s not me!

The burger burglar’s cunning. She’s crafty, she’s nifty, she’s bright.

So lock up your burgers in case she comes to burgle your burgers tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

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