It was a day like any other day in Opera City,
But somebody was staring at a stone with envy.
An ancient stone famous for its density,
Its density, its rarity and its magic ability.
Mr X, our eccentric yet malevolent malefactor,
made his way through the streets and to the museum.
Circumventing the master in his domain: the director,
Mr X moved with marvelous momentum.
Stepping on the pedestal, in a flutter of his cape,
He snatched the stone and slipped out, unflustered.
Stealing with his prize behind a drape,
He escaped! But see: its power is unfettered.
Happy holidays to you all!