First I stole your dagger,
Then you stole it back.
Now I want your short bow,
Along with your pack!
Do kindly hand it over,
You needn’t make a fuss.
It comes around it goes around
Between the two of us!
That’s the Rite of Theft,
A Bosmer’s sacred dance.
A back-and-forth of sneak and swipe,
Quite the romance!
First you steal from me,
And then I steal from you.
But when we steal from them,
A heaping boon is due!
You took my purse of gold,
I would have shared it freely.
But what’s that I see in there?
Oh look, I spy a stealie!
That’s the Rite of Theft,
A Bosmer’s sacred dance.
A back-and-forth of slip and snatch,
Quite the romance!
