No Home

No Home There was a young lad who hadn’t a home so off to the Social he went for a loan. He told them, I’m hungry, I’ve nothing to eat no money no food or shoes on my feet. They told him ‘No’; He began to cry He pleaded and asked them why not, Why? I haven’t even got a bed I may as well be bloody dead.’ Tired hungry and full of woe what to do he didn’t know? So off to Calais he went to live with the refugees. In a tent.