Old Man on a Bench

In the park on a bench
There is an old man you can't even move with a winch

He sleeps during the day and during the night
And if you're lucky he might wake up, he just might

In the park on a bench
He lays there all day and doesn't move an inch

If you give him money he'll sit up and stare
If you give him food he'll sit up and glare

He's covered with newspapers as he lies there all day
He's covered with newspapers and they never fly away

He has a sign that says, "will work for food"
That tells you he is one poor dude

Maggie Wilhelm

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