Kanu broke into the music shop,
As the security officer slept.
From side to side, from bottom to top,
With sack in his hand, he crept.
He purloined pianos and oboes and flutes,
Trombones and some clarionets.
Drumsticks he stuffed down the sides of his boots,
And next to his large castanets.
He robbed all the cellos, a marvellous haul,
An electric guitar full of glitter.
He nearly succeeded in taking it all,
But sadly, the lad missed a sitar.