The Tramp

He came from where he started
And was going where he went. 
He had n't had a smell of food,
Not even had a scent. 
He never even muttered once
Till he began to talk, 
And when he left the kitchen door
He took the garden walk.

He said: "There's no one with me,
Because I am alone; 
I might have scintillated once;
My clothes have always shone. 
I got here 'fore the other ones
Because I started first: 
The reason I look shabby is
Because I'm dressed the worst."

Then I asked him where he came from — 
This was just before we parted,
And he muttered indistinctly,
"Oh, I come from where I started!"