While braggarts roam this earthly sphere, Our fortunes we must hold so dear! The skies are blue, a vibrant hue, We're not of thievery's dark crew: No need for knife, no blade to wield, Just sing a tune, and make them yield! While misers hoard their precious gold, Our luck we'll grasp, our dreams unfold. The skies are blue, a vibrant hue, We're not of thievery's dark crew: No need for knife, no blade to wield, Just show a penny, and make them yield! While fools abound, their minds so frail, Deception's art, our guiding trail. The skies are blue, a vibrant hue, We're not of thievery's dark crew: No need for knife, no blade to wield, Just spin a yarn, and make them yield! Oh, skies so blue, a grand display, These three reside, come what may. Their numbers endless, ever wide, As beasts of prey, they'll surely stride, Right into our awaiting stride! Oh, skies so blue, a grand display, These three reside, come what may. Their numbers endless, ever wide, As beasts of prey, they'll surely stride, Right into our awaiting stride!
