He wasn't your average criminal
   He wasn't your average thief at all;
To begin with, he was, well, minimal,
   Not standing an inch over three feet tall.

It was hard to call what he did a sin;
   Heck!  I'm not sure it was even a crime;
With his gleaming eyes and his impish grin
   He was clearly having a real good time.

To make matters worse, he was so darn sweet,
   And so cute and sharp, and so funny too;
He pulled-off an unbelievable feat,
   And got clean-away before we all knew.

      Master of the gentlest criminal arts,
      That cute little boy was a thief of hearts.