She sits on rooftops, like a bat in the trees

Patient for them to close their eyes

So she can take all that they have

Only watched by the pale moonlight

No remorse is felt

Since they don't even give copper to the poor

So she rifles silently through their things

And leaves not a trace on the floor

Her name is not Robin Hood

Though they have the same goal

Giving riches to the hungry

Unlike the people from which she stole

The last of them all falls into a deep slumber

And the thief smiles; it's time to plunder