A man travels many miles
Trying to bring food on the table,
He is a hobo.
He is like a slave.
He has nothing to eat
Ashes are his food,
And he just eats like bird.
He is like a Jackal in the desert,
Like a kangaroo in abandoned ruins.
And if his enemies insult him
He never falls by the wayside.
Oh, early to bed,
Early to rise,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wisely.
