In the year '75, an audacious theft did occur,

A heist so daring, it's still talked of for sure,

A cross of gold and emerald, priceless and rare,

Was stolen from the Maritime Museum with care.

The Tucker's Cross, a symbol of the island's past,

A treasure with history, that was meant to last,

But thieves had other plans, to secret it away,

And leave a replica in its place, that same day.

The people were stunned, how could it be done?

The cross was secured, with guards and a gun,

But the thief or thieves, had devised  a grand plan,

And took the cross from right under their hand.

A search ensued, but the cross was never found,

There was no trace of the culprit who did abscond,

The people were angry, the museum distraught,

Their precious treasure remains stolen and lost.

The news spread fast, all around the world it went,

The Tucker's Cross, a true tale of dismay and lament,

The island's pride that so easily was conveyed away,

By those who connived to steal, without any delay.

The hunt for the thief went on for several years,

With no sign of the cross, only tears and fears,

But the people of Bermuda were decidedly duped,

Continued to search, hoping it would be recouped.

Decades have passed, and it remains missing,

But the story lived on in an ode of reminiscing,

The legend of the thief, who stole in the night,

And vanished without even a trace, out of sight.

To this day, not a single clue has been spoken,

A lead that could break this case wide open,

No suspect was caught, with the cross in hand,

Who absconded from the island to a foreign land.

The Tucker's Cross is not back where it belongs,

The story of its theft is recalled in sing-a-longs,

The island's pride has not returned to its place,

A symbol of its cherished history, and its grace.

The cross was replaced with a poor imitation,

Its former glory, an imperfect representation  

The famed Tucker's Cross once lost in the tide,

A story no longer a symbol of Bermudian pride.