the child in the street,
has got no shoes upon his feet
his russet hair is black
and dirty; he looks like twelve,
but feels like thirty.

the child in the street,
lives day to day and,
walks this rythmic beat,
with those tiny little
pathetic bare feet.

This child one day,
was crossing the street,
when a man came by,
and gave him a treat,
he said, "thank you sir,that's awfully sweet."

and the man said, "if only it were shoes
to fit upon your feet."