This is a story that life wrote,
About a bum who climbed into a container.
It was very cold that night
And it wasn't a bad place to sleep.
It was a housewife who saw him first,
When he was already stiff and long since frozen.
A crown made of newspaper on his head -
Looked like' n a king, just a little unshaven.
Later he came back as a cloud.
Looked down from above and was happy.
He recognized his crown made of newspaper:
A little boy was carrying it with him for a walk.

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