LIGHT-FINGERED LOU
Light-fingered Lou, like a moth to the flame
Was drawn to bright colours without any shame,
Her long, long fingers knew the secret of stealth,
Her stored up loot gave her plenty of wealth.
She would spot a bright trinket, she had to have,
She’d stalk that trinket her itch to salve,
Happenstance and her finger went to work,
She left no evidence not even a smirk.
Magic fingers and a smile like an angel,
Taking chances ’cause they seemed to be gainful,
Storing all her treasures in an old steam trunk,
She got the thrill, her victims got the funk.
Light-fingered Lou, Light-fingered Lou,
The people all chanted her name.
Light-fingered Lou, Light-fingered Lou,
She light-fingered her way to fame.
So slick was she she left no evidence
And no evidence is what her victims found;
What they found was an empty pocket or purse
And they’d let loose their lips with a mighty curse.
Light-fingered Lou nearly caught
But one day old Lou she nearly got caught,
Her victim took issue and the two of them fought.
Lou fought one-handed though she fought with dirt
Until an object fell out of her shirt.
That object wasn’t the item that was stolen
And Lou got off though her lip was swollen,
And it slowed her down for the next few days,
’Cause her head was in a bit of a haze.
Light-fingered Lou, Light-fingered Lou,
The people all chanted her name
Light-fingered Lou, Light-fingered Lou,
She light-fingered her way to fame.
Poor old Light-fingered Lou gave herself away.
“I can’t find it, it’s here, it’s gone, it won’t stay.”
And she wandered into her room to her trunk
And began to sort through her treasures and junk.
And there on the bottom lay a photograph
All sepia-toned and tattered and rough.
“Mama,” she cried, “I remember you now.
I promise to be good, I’m starting right now.”
The doctors could never explain why it was
But Lou was true to her word “Just because!”
Theory suggests it was memories she stole
In a desperate attempt to make her life whole.
Light-fingered Lou, Light-fingered Lou,
Her one lasting memory, her vow to her mom
To be good, and to that she was true,
And she lived the rest of her life with aplomb.
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