theif in the night

Creeping along through the night
Just before day
Moving to stay out of sight
To the house along the way

Working with his hammer
The doors open wide
Trying not to make a clammer
While he step inside

Running his hand over the prize
Taking what he please
Fitting his hand in perfect size
Everything he did seize

Entering and leaving the same
Getting away for good
With all his prizes he claim
Just because he could