Panhandler, don't teach me how to beg!

Teach me how to sing!

Stand outside of the system 

And cheat death and taxes for me!

Lie to the folks in congress!

Lie to the folks back home!

But be true to yourself,

And tell yourself 

That you're only a garden gnome 

Standing in someone else's garden,

Riding the planet for free,

And if you don't get where you're going,

Then you'll be wherever you'll be

And go from there.

A song blares from your closed mouth,

And a look on your face shouts

With an outside voice,

"I'm here!

I'm here! I'm here!"

Your loud refrain can be heard,

All the way through the punchline. 

So,

Teach me to sing! 

Teach me your song of freedom,

You traveling railroad bum!

-jenn