Show the child of the streets hes a little golden haired boy who wanders up and down the streets of 0 a lonely valley on the outskirts of a town ile he never had a mother or at least he says so now anil and as lie he says it softly A tear drops from his disbrow brow 1 I guess ill have one some time though it wont be here on earth but theres some place where theres love and ever joy and mirth but someone heard beard that story someone rich and lone come here my son he called I 1 in n a trembling joyous tone ive often wished tor for a boy one good and true one that loves a mother and a father just like you now hes hab happy in a new home and no more sleeps bleeps in a box no Is called child of the streets and he receive hat haid d knocks feor love has taken these places and ti erea joy a ali around and no one has spoken hirsh since the night that he was waa found yankee DOODLE KIDS park city atall oct I 1 30 0 1917 |