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Last Organ Grinder

You can always hear the jangling sound, Of the organ grinder as he makes his way around. He's out there in the rain or sun, And everyone looks and seems to have fun. He is a funny looking man with an old battered hat, Which he holds out for people to put their pennies in, but sometimes there are buttons and other bits of this and that. He seems very old and is stooped and bent, Pulling that old organ around just to get enough to pay his rent. He hasn't been around lately, perhaps he is to old to turn the stiff organ winder, It's been a long time now, so it seems we have seen the last of that old organ grinder.

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