Ballad of the Fool

Poor, poor fool!
No sense at all.
Best he can do’s
Walk around and not fall.

He don’t have no place except
Up and down the block
In what’s happening to the world
He takes no stock.

He just sits and grins
And laughs in the sun
And looks like
He’s having fun.

He don’t know there is a war.
He ain’t on WPA.
Gee! Sometimes I wish I
Was a fool that way.