With his face in mask he'll complete his task not seen to come or go, he'll sneak indoors he'll rob their stores until their stocks run low The village folk have had enough no longer would they stand it, a posse they'd send to apprehend the creature known as Bandit. They did their best to catch him, but he was quicker than them all, for this crafty little creature is really on the ball. He led them through the forst on a merry litle dance, many tried to trap him but they never stood a chance. The lot he beat they admitted defeat and made a little room. In their back yard sheds even in their beds, they were beat by the little Racoon..
Reason for writing:
Made me laugh,as I've never seen a Racoon...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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