There was something about you
Like a house with an open door
A window with a vision
A room with a burning fire

Therefore my desire

Can a man like me enter?
Cold from winter's chill
No offering of rent
Just my weary worn out

Labour I'll give witout doubt

You took me in
Gave me a meal
And showed me the value
Of eating with knife and fork

It's a pity I'm not a dork

I'm incapable really
I eat with my hands
And wipe my hands
On my sweater

You deserve better

So I left