Tony Norwell
Miscellaneous
The Little Tramp
The Little Tramp
In a cabin in Alaska, or in a restaurant so fine;
On a ship as hopeful immigrant – or a worker on a line.
As the good guy or the bad one, as the jester or the clown –
You could make us laugh or cry then – when all the chips were down.
The little tramp is what they called you – as you danced or waddled by;
But you made the world laugh with you and then you’d turn and make them cry.
I remember you so well, Charlie, up upon that silver screen.
Most every film you ever made then – I must have gone and seen.
All the hours I practised, when innocent and small –
Thinking I could be just like you – came to nothing much at all.
Those who were out just to hurt you – used ‘bout everything they dared;
But all they ever seemed to do then – was never get you scared!
Even I could always see you – when I was just a wee small boy –
As a champion of justice – through your heartache and your joy…

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