Far be it from me
In the shadow of lions,
A poor little mouse,
In a house meant for giants
To squeak out a sound
Just a little too loud
And be just for once
A little bit proud.

Far be it from me
In the home of the rich,
A poorly dressed man
With a hand for the stitch
To ask for a penny,
Just one they could spare,
But maybe I shouldn’t;
I ought not to dare.