I see you, creaping through the open window, you look round and check no one is watching, but you do not see me. You go to the corner where the thing that you most want is and you help yourself. I see you sometimes twice a day and I know that you think I do not notice, but I do.
Well Mr Blackbird, when the strawberries are gone from the greenhouse you will have to go else where for your dinner, you bad boy. 


