Racing Doesn-‘t Amuse The Hungry,
Can-‘t Fill Their Stomachs -—
They Need Bread-Â…
Life Leaves The Shore,
And The -ŗjam- Appears,
Life Fights Against The Riverbed.
That Girl Smiles Enticingly,
Entraps A Man, Ropes Him With Craze.
The Little Boy -— The Tiny -Å—rubbish-Robber-
Holds A Duster, And Blows At The Pains.

Thanks To The Very Street-Girl
He Gets A Chance To Earn A Buck.
A Man Is Glad To Meet His -ŗdarling-.
Those Street-Girls Bring Good Luck-Â…