I see you asleep, without a peep, lying in the gutter. content though, as you surely know, people sometimes mutter "look at that grunge! Like a dirt soaked sponge" their words are far from nice. It`s because you scrounge, and in the streets lounge, all covered with flees and lice. Then along flies a bird, who drops a turd, right on your homeless head. But you scrape it off, and start to scoff, the gift that keeps you fed. One day you know, that his here hobo, will get those people back. You`ll take all their money, their cheese and their honey, and live in a kingly shack. Look my friend! You knew God would send, a foolish victim for you. A man very wealthy, while you are quite stealthy, being without sock or shoe. So up you crept, and out you lept, on this poor wealthy man on the street. Like a cowboy you rode him, you certainly showed him, and now you have shoes for your feet. -Ode to The Hobo, By Me