Thou Shalt Not Steal
A young lad walked home from school by himself
With a very worried look on his face,
For he’d stolen five dollars from up on a shelf
And the teacher had sent him home in disgrace.
She had stood him out in front of the class
And severely denounced his pathway of sin,
She said of his demeanor she couldn’t let pass,
Nor the ongoing trouble that he’d find himself in.
She said if he continued this commandment to break,
It would surely bring him nothing but grief,
His own self respect he would surely forsake
And be branded by all as a thief.
Thou shalt not steal, was there in the bible,
A commandment that we all must impel,
Not following that path he would surely be liable
To finish up in the dark dungeons of hell.
Why had he done it, he felt sick at heart,
It was a spur of the moment thing he had done,
He had no wish from an honest path to depart
But it was something that could not be undone.
He thought of his mother & what she would think,
He knew his indiscretion would leave her quite sad,
He felt quite ashamed, large tears made him blink
And what would his punishment be from his dad.
He pondered the problem as he headed for home,
Taking advice from the teacher when she said, Horrie,
When you grow to manhood & start out to roam,
If you don’t mend your ways, I know you’ll be sorry.