old uncle johnny!
his back is slightly bent,
coming down fast
across the tessellated pavement;
a gentle giant,
quick with a funny tale,
tight in his hugs,
he's drunk with a little ale;
his hair have gone gray,
and limbs gone a little taut,
but he can dance well
and run without getting caught;
his clothes are shabby
and the trousers far too tight,
he never changes them,
they stay on day and night;
long ago in youth,
he frittered away all his goods,
and subsisted since,
on quick wit and hen of the woods;
always on his own,
he has survived on these hills,
changing for his needs,
his specialties and skills;
lived on by betting,
or at times by teaching kids,
at others by selling,
storage containers with lids;
old uncle johnny,
oh he has gathered no friends,
but in every mind,
he will stay on without end;
for he is jolly,
and quick with a funny tale,
he's tight in his hugs,
and drunk just a little with ale.