Like monkeys they dance
For the organ grinder
Cup in hand to be seen
Justifying the dole
The grinder's crank
It plays a tune to all
But it would not be
Without holes to move
So the tune drones on
Like a nightmarish sound
That startles those aware
And soothes fools' slumber
Should they be ignored
They play even louder
And rant and rave and twitch
So none could miss this