I look out the window
I see someone holding
something sh-sh-sh
Shiny!
As that pot of silver wonder away
It can’t possibly be true
is there really silver in his pot
of stew?
I rush down
and down
and down the stairs
I jump out the door
I see a man and his pot
I run to the man
I looked right up at him
and then I looked down
and I sigh with a frown
Oh I guess I was wrong