They call me by the name of stink. <br />Though I have a primrose in my holey red cap. <br />I strum my old guitar with few strings. <br />Passer-by! Please wait for a while <br />As I have a good news for you. <br />And I sing with an occasional smile, <br />If it's not a dream then I'll be a millionaire in few days <br />As I ought to sign a contract for his new advertisement <br />Who's a prominent perfume maker in the paradise.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poor-street-singer-in-a-red-cap/
