share our loot

The sun is low in the sky The day’s heat is still lingering in the rooms You, my absolutely wonderful all-time favorite, my one and only love You call and give me clues, just like on a scavenger hunt “Yes, this way now” “Yes, over there now” “Yes, you’re almost there” The treasure is right under your nose All you have to do is hit the pot with the spoon, and the candies underneath are yours The “hit the pot” game from those old-school kids’ birthday parties never fails to bring success and excitement to the group Some people even leave their jackets in the coat check after the concert You count the umbrellas left behind in the hallway I only return lost jackets But in the end, we find each other again and share our loot Yeah, just like a gang, we split the loot You’re giving 40% back to me now 10% for expenses and 50% for you and your team Yeah, that way we can produce more musicals and operettas But please, be fair when dividing the spoils! Otherwise, the collaboration will backfire eventually Better to share fairly up front than lose everything afterward...