Jingling metals, adorned with jewels
A hefty child ambles down the busy street
Tailored suit and matching pants
Around his thick neck a bow tie tethers
Huffing, throbbing, sweat adhering
He looks around to find nobody

Candy canes, coins aplenty
Yards of gardens to trample in
Bustling servants waiting on him
Ponies and puppies gaily bound
Wiping grease and cheese from his face
He looks around to find nobody

Clanking coals in a gunnysack
A laboured child trudges down the busy street
Fraying threads and matching dirt
Upon his frail frame his clothes tatter
Huffing, throbbing, sweat adhering
He closes his eyes to feel the bustling

Pockets empty, bed bugs aplenty
Creaking gate falling off its hinge
Mother's cooing and goodnight kiss
An occasional ride on his father's knees
Indulging in sparse broken wheat
He closes his eyes to feel the bustling