I can walk – 1000 miles a day Depending on the weather Putting one foot before the other That’s my calling - bit by bit Here and there a bird attends to me Sitting on my shoulder Whispered words - I’m laughing up my sleeve He flies away like all the others Cumshaw and the daily bread Hard-earned and lost Butchers and bakers on my way Shops close at noon My feet report a crime Prohibited announcement I am hard of hearing - 1000 miles a day The sun bows out at once Surrender at the moon Singing night – I’m bedded in your womb Lull me to sleep there is no need to walk