I found a wallet near the corkscrew ride
I was so excited as I looked inside
Two hundred quid in twenty pound notes
And a credit card belonging to Mr D Cotes
I handed it in to the local police
I was proud of myself I felt joy and peace
I removed sixty quid I hope it won't be missed
I'm so sorry Mr D Cotes I couldn't resist
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