The hunchback in the
                                    park
                                    A solitary mister
                                    Propped between trees and water
                                    From the opening of the garden lock
                                    That lets the trees and water enter
                                    Until the Sunday sombre bell at dark
                                    
                                    Eating bread from a newspaper
                                    Drinking water from the chained cup
                                    That the children filled with gravel
                                    In the fountain basin where I sailed my ship
                                    Slept at night in a dog kennel
                                    But nobody chained him up.
                                    
                                    Like the park birds he came early
                                    Like the water he sat down
                                    And Mister they called Hey Mister
                                    The truant boys from the town
                                    Running when he had heard them clearly
                                    On out of sound
                                    
                                    Past lake and rockery
                                    Laughing when he shook his paper
                                    Hunchbacked in mockery
                                    Through the loud zoo of the willow groves
                                    Dodging the park keeper
                                    With his stick that picked up leaves.
                                    
                                    And the old dog sleeper
                                    Alone between nurses and swans
                                    While the boys among willows
                                    Made the tigers jump out of their eyes
                                    To roar on the rockery stones
                                    And the groves were blue with sailors
                                    
                                    Made all day until bell time
                                    A woman figure without fault
                                    Straight as a young elm
                                    Straight and tall from his crooked bones
                                    That she might stand in the night
                                    After the locks and chains
                                    
                                    All night in the unmade park
                                    After the railings and shrubberies
                                    The birds the grass the trees the lake
                                    And the wild boys innocent as strawberries
                                    Had followed the hunchback
                                    To his kennel in the dark.