Thief Poets

Once in a time, there was a little girl

Her name was Chrystal and she was adored

Her task was easy, write about frogs

Whatever she touched would turn into gold

Rivers and hills, mists and fogs

The poem she wrote, how cute it was

Animals, forests and tree logs

Thing so simple, with magic transformed

Her teacher, also a poet how dazzled she was

Before Chrystal knew it, her poem was gone

She didn't cry, she only kept on

Making more poems, that's what she loved

The story you read Chrystal herself wrote

That is her story, as poetry she adored