The Merry Man

He wanders down his merry street Looking at all there is to see The homes The love Oh how he loves it all The richest man alive. A spring in his step A smile to every pet There he is The merry man. His home is a mansion Without any fashion Just a little corner Right by the street. He's humble He's kind Spreading joy to every little girl and boy. He has no toys But has the joy Of a thousand little girls and boys. When the sun rises So does he When the sun sets Never does he. He doesn't ask a single task Of anyone he meets He just says "Hello!" to all on the passing street. His riches are great His money is fade Just as his clothes. The high life is his The low life is theirs To all who ignore the merry man Walking down the street.