Once, a hairclip went missing.

My mom was furious;

it was Gran’s, pearly and white.

But one day, there was a tap, tap, tap,

and when I ran, there it was.

At the door. But a puzzlement;

a crow feather beside it.

He’s an odd fellow,

not like the rest.

No shinies he covets, or fills his nest.

He’s the town’s lost and found,

returning the riches,

our favorite resident,

we call him Robin the Hood.