You stole my gold while I was still old;
You stole it twice that's not nice.
You stole it thrice now you must pay the price.
I'll take my axe, Sasha ;
And my tomahawk, Tasha
You know what happens next,
For I cannot tell you the rest.
Part 2:An actual poem
You stole my gold while I was still old;
You stole it twice that's not nice.
You stole it thrice now you must pay the price.
I'll take my axe, Sasha ;
And my tomahawk, Tasha
You know what happens next,
For I cannot tell you the rest.