I spy a filthy little magpie, caught it!

Dirty, thieving corvid, oh but

What is this you've hoarded?

Yes! You just can't resist

A hint of a glint and you covet it

Despite losing the game

I can see the greed but where's the shame?

Hey there, you're looking kinda flustered,  aren't you?

Red handed, sycophantic

Sociopathic, slippery fraudster

No sign of remorse, nor dignity

Beneath the plethora of serpent traits

On your yellow belly in the long grass

Already coiled to strike again

LOCUST! You are but a plague upon this land

The blight amongst the crop, and I am the pesticide

COCKROACH! I feel the need to lend a helping hand

The type of hand which giveth can likewise take your pathetic life