I thought him crazy as a loon
       But who was I to know
       He’d push a cart around the streets
       He had no place to go

       I’d see him every single day
       In front of shops he chose
       Seated in a canvas chair
       Unless of course, it snowed

       I heard he died a month ago
       And I was rather shocked
       I swore I saw him just last week
       Was I just being mocked?

       I often wondered where he lived
       He had to sleep somewhere
       It seems he had a little room
       And he just died right there

       They said he had more money
       Than he would ever show
       And kept it hidden far away
       But now we’ll never know…