There once was a man -
Is, I suppose,
who had egg-shell thin bones.
No family, no home.
He travelled from place to place
In an egg-shell white cart
and wherever he went
he found somebody setting out
ready to start
on that grand road to adventure.
He'd paint you for tuppence,
(or, a piddling sum)
in stark and bold colours
you'd shine like the sun.
He never had the heart
to tell them.
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