Mary cries on a busy street
Haunting me to my office seat
Her pocket ripped by spooky hand
Then gangster soon was on the run
And lady lost her father’s treat
All and I tried our chasing feet
But snatcher’s speed, we cannot beat
He and his loot are now all gone
Mary cries amid helpless fleet
An hour have passed, my eyes would greet
The face we chased, the thug is it
Can’t call police though crime was done
He’s casual now with his goon clan
Cheery with their successful hit
While Mary cries of unsafe street
