Rich was the man who gave me a home and who treated me kindly like one of his own 

But then winter came down with the crash, poor was that man lonely and sad 

Now we huddle up to feel cozy and warm 

Watching people pass by, man's clothes withern and torn 

Thou life is my window thou life is my house

The highways, the sidewalks, and even the mouse 

 A mouse is my food the garbage is his 

Together we own all that there is

The world is my window through his eyes I see 

Poor is the man who cherishes me 

Thou life is not lavished with riches and food 

Its lavished with care and companionship too 

Though rich is the man who took me in 

Poor is the man who keeps me as his.