Over the hills and on the horizon
Mechanical buzzing, sky is aflutter
When we hear the sound, we know we have found it
We're on the hunt - we'll capture the bounty
Caravan laid low with splendor
Mountains of food and of treasure
Guarded by machines - never by people
Because of this we don't think we're stealing

Discover the road upon which it travels
A pile of rocks will easily stop it
No need to attack, just open the backend
Just take what you can, and run like the wind
Distract the flying machines
Lead them all away
While they chase a few
The rest will pick them clean

We must fast to avoid our capture
To places unknown, but surely disaster
Where you'll be killed, or something more sinister
So run for your life, just take what is needed
If you wear bright opaque colors
It seems to cause machines trouble
It makes them blind to our figures
If you must fight, then damage the wings