There’s boots and cups and old décor,
Mice and lice and rats and more
Dusty pots and china plates,
Cutlery my mother hates
A piece of pre-chewed chewing gum,
And a thimble for my thumb
But past all that lies what is dear,
Ancient treasures hidden here
A genie’s lamp with one wish left,
A duffel bag once used for theft
Of gold and gems and money rich
The bank was robbed without a hitch
But fu...