i planted a flower
but it did not grow
i begged my love to stay
but she said she had to go
i went down to the city
to ask the man for a job
but he declined to give me one
because my name was bob
if my name was bill or joe
i would have been all set
i sat upon a bench and tried
my troubles to forget
a pigeon came along the street
with eyes like bright black beads
o rulers of the earth and sky
help a poor man in his need
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