Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Arthur is young but he looks like an old man
Struggling for heat on a Central Park night
Watching all of the passersby
His hand held out to you and I
A cook
A beggar
A thief
A drunk
Just a skunk on the street they’d say
But they’ll never know the man called Arthur