The Weary Traveler


Hi, Ho, Hi, Ho
I have no place to go
Both near and far
I've traveled to and fro

No more mountains to climb
No more caves to explore
The Sphinx no longer excites me
The canyons are a bore

The wines all taste the same
The flowers all seem dull
The world seems just as empty
As a discarded locust hull

With no place to call home
As I wonder to and fro
Hi, Ho, Hi, Ho
I have no place to go

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