Steve stole the sky
Under cover of darkness
He rolled it up all casual-like
Strode out, like an art thief,
Right in front of the ancient watchman
Where you goin! said the watchman in Chthonic
Getnit cleaned! called Steve cheerfully
The watchman grumbled and stirred his tea
Steve broke into a run!
HEY! yelled the watchman,
but it was too late.