Glances of adults glaces of kids

Glances that say I smell

Glances you give because I’m poor

Glances for the man of the hour

 

Alms that you give I snap hungrily

Straight to my trembling lips you see

Alms that you give me, the more that I feel weak

Go straight to my pocket its a treasure to keep

 

I will not hurt you, bite I will not

Do not be afraid I have a good heart

Homeless I may be homeless homeless bound

If you treat me nice a good one you will find.