Finders Keepers
Finder's keeper's, I've heard that alotHaving two brothers, who liked to brag
Something would go missing
They'd find it and say
Hey, I found it, it's mine
Then rub it in
Finder's keeper's, loser's weeper's
They used to shout it
I'd go crying to mom and dad
Enough of that they'd say
Your brothers have stuff
That belongs to us too
So I turned the tables
When they lost something good
I found it and kept it for myself
They'd go crying to mom and dad
My parents would say
Hey, that's fair play
Finder's keeper's
Thet never did that again
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