The Last Organ Grinder

He walks through murky puddles cobble stone City full of busy sounds and movements Time advancing enhancing improvements. Passer-byers in the youthful sunny' hours Social complexity of daily life Yearning at the hand's fundamental strife. With his organ strapped over his shoulder, Brightly coloured, moving from place to place. The cutest monkey, large grin on its face. Round its neck a chain hooked to its collar. It sits wearing a red little outfit Trimmed in white, fancied its spirited wit. Swishing its long tail, holding a tin cup Dancing to music, a spark in its eye Collecting coins from giving passersby. While the organ grinder cranks his organ He moves from place to place, to avoid arrest. Laws obtain change, loitering, hard expressed.