The local tramp is a trinket
Sitting on the floor
Not in a proper house
With a bed or a door
He was quite a stinker
And looked tired too
He looked he needed a bed
And some rest- phew!
The local tramp is a trinket
Sitting on the ledge
Looking alone and sad
Not in a house protected by a hedge
He rubs his eyes all the time
He looked lonely and sad
I wonder if?
The prime ministers his dad!
The local tramp is a trinket
Sitting on the wall
A loner he was
And very, very tall!
The local tramp is a trinket
Sitting on the floor
Not in a proper house
With a bed or a door
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