This is the story written about this life,
of a bum standing in a container.
It was very cold on this night,
and there was no place to sleep!
It was a housewife who saw him first
he already rigid and was frostbitten
On his head, a crown made of newspaper
He looked like a king, only unshaven!
Later he woke up as the clouds came back
He saw above him and was very pleased
He remembered his crown made of newspaper,
and a little boy wore it and strolled around!