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A weak and weary vagabond
Went wondering through the town
And stepped inside my humble inn
For drink and cheese and bread.
He said to me, “Sir, do have pity
I have not a cent to spare, but let
Me eat tonight, dear sir, I’m afraid
I won’t live one night more.”
My heart it tugged not in the least,
Not for this peasant man, a
Filthy, lying, cheating thief!
I’m sure he was well fed.
“I’m sorry sir,” I said to him,
“No food is served for free.
‘No work, no pay, no food today’
That motto works for me.”
“But sir, I’m starving can’t you see,
I haven’t a thing to eat?”
“I see you, thief, for what you are,
Now leave and let me be.”
The vagabond did not protest
After he heard these words,
But simply walked out in the rain
And was struck by lightening then and there.
It took away his pain.
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