The Last Organ Grinder

Bedraggled the old man sat, monkey on his lap. However could he recover from this mishap? Louts took his organ and attacked him with a bat. Monkey on his lap, bedraggled the old man sat. His old heart gutted, his mind totally wrenched. Rain yesterday had left him quite drenched. We are OK my darlin, to his monkey he muttered. His mind totally wrenched, his old heart gutted. The rooftop a safe haven, for he and his pet. Not much chance of another organ, he will get. He was an expert on the organ, a regular Maven. For he and his pet, the rooftop was a safe haven. He can still sing, dance and tap the old soft shoe. He was the best organ grinder New York ever knew. Shoes are worn, organ gone, his monkey is everything. Dance and tap the old soft shoe, he can still sing.