I'm talking about you zilly

A perfect crime we plane to do
An easy task for me and you
We set out in the dead of night
All in black to keep from sight
The window slides with out a creak
Now’s not the time for us to speak
I head up stairs; you follow behind
I’ll go in first if you don’t mind
To find the safe is now our goal
And in its door I drill the hole
In the sack you place our prize
Its shin reflects upon your eyes
We head back down with such great care
Lest the police meet up with us there
In the alley is where we hide
As a coach goes trotting by
Past the tavern and over the bridge
Across the field down by the ridge
Our house I see on yonder hill
I catch my breath but still feel ill
Once inside you light the lamp
I sit and sigh with cloths so damp
The perfect crime we planed to do
And now we site; just me and you
Our prize no lies in both our hands
And soon well visit those distant lands
I haven’t had much energy to write lately. The new job leaves me rather tired at the end of the day, and so I have been going to bed a lot earlier the usual. I am also a little sad for, a number of reasons. I miss my friend lulu; she is not well right now. She is such an amazing person and I do miss her so very much.
Well fellow travelers. I wish you all the best as you journey through the uncharted waters of life. Take care and be well.