a man stood on the corner
he stood there every day
he stood in the wind and in the rain
because he had something to say
he spoke in a language quite unknown
to the people passing by
they could have guessed his meaning
but none gave it a try
he wore a hat of shiny black
and a coat of ragged blue
he shook his finger at the sky
because he knew his words were true
some days his hat was blown away
and rain fell on his head
squirrels were his companions
and a park bench was his bed
one day he was no longer there
at the post he held so long
a banjo player claimed his spot
and played happy songs
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