The Eight-Legged Ermine XVI

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse] In a shadowed alley Where the moonlight fades A thief named Weasel With a plan well-laid Chasing the legend The tales they tell Of an eight-legged ermine Who'd steal from a spell Through the crowded streets He weaves and he bends Sifting through voices He listens and pretends To catch a glimpse of the creature unknown Vanishing in bags of holding it's shown [Verse 2] A thief among thieves He's the best of his kind With nimble fingers The stolen loot he'll find But the ermine slips through the smallest crack Disappearing faster than a blink That's a fact [Outro] [outro]