The Little Boy outside my office

As I came out of the building Main, I saw a little boy,with a mangled mane. His hands and clothes were all dirty, And it made my heart fill with pity. My hand went into the pocket , And came back with a dollar. His hand reached the upturned shirt collar, And he looked back in indignant surprise. Mister do you think am I a begger,he asked. Hmm. Err... Well... was what I said. It was merely to get you a toy, Was all I told the little boy. The boy said,I am a professional, I earn my living, by working . And not by begging alms, I steal watches off people's arms. Shocked and surprised I opened the cab gate, As it was getting late. I looked at my wrist for time, But the watch that was gone, was Mine!!!