One day little Jimmy had gone into town A little outing with his sisters and mother So while they went shopping little Jimmy sat down
He did not like it as it was a bother
He parked his bottom on a large wooden bench
When suddenly he noticed a large red machine
It held Coke products, his thirst he could quench
Painted in red he gasped “wow did it gleam!”
However, little Jimmy being the young age of five
Had not so much cash to his person or name So little jimmy felt saddened, deprived This lack of money made Jimmy feel lame
He looked to the left and to his surprise
There did it lay: a bright credit card
Reaching out over; a decision unwise He grabbed it and felt it, sturdy and hard
Now little Jimmy had a decision to make He has access to money in some faraway safe
However he takes a bit and stops and thinks
A question popped out quick as a wink
Little Jimmy wondered “Is this wrong or what?”
“Using some money to which I have no right?”
It’s just a small soda, a dollar, but What if the owner needs that dollar tonight?
It is possible that this card has little to spare
Not everyone is well off in this world today
But even if someone is rich and can share
Does that justify my needing to prey?
Little Jimmy thought a little while longer And came to a conclusion a few seconds later
He placed the card back and felt a bit stronger
He learned stealing is bad, no matter is greater.