The Tramp

He came from where he started And was going where he went. He hadn't had a smell of food, Not even had a scent. He never even muttered once Till he began to talk, And when he left the kitchen door He took the garden walk.

He said: "There's no one with me, Because I am alone; I might have scintillated once; My clothes have always shone. I got here 'fore the other ones Because I started first: The reason I look shabby is Because I'm dressed the worst."

Then I asked him where he came from— This was just before we parted, And he muttered indistinctly, "Oh, I come from where I started!"