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It was a dim lit night
In the London fog
No one was around
No one at all

He worked there for months
Lusting after those birds
He wanted one for his own
To take home
D    f# a e
From the British History Museum

Red blue Green gold
Only do what your told
How many stolen, how many sold
At the British History Museum

So he hatched a plan
To get and get out
Then he swiped the keys7
When his boss stepped out

So later it that night
on the bench all alone
Watching the lights go out
one by one

D    f# a e
From the British History Museum

    Red blue Green gold
    Only do what your told
    How many stolen, how many sold
 At the British History Museum

Did he ever get caught
With what? that bag of birds?
Did he sell them off?
Tell me what's the WORD?

He made a lady's hat and a strippers scarf
Or did he make a suit?
I heard he buried in jars!!!

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