Once upon a midnight dreary a thief named Jing was weak and weary.
Many strange and forgotten lands he did traverse and explore.
His companion was a bird named Kir, his black wings a-flapping.
While Jing nodded nearly napping, Kir saw booty galore.
"wake up Jin," Kir mutteres, "all around us is loot galore"
Treasure from cieling to floor!
Thus, this ebony bird's willing, sent Jingg's sad face smiling,
For Jing could steal the stars from the sky, thievery he did truely adore.
The albatross sat proudly on Jing's placid bust, his beady ey