Clementine

We are the travelers.

We pick the pears for you.

Follow'n the harvest line

We live by Season's time.

Boss calls me Clementine.

He says I'm small and sunny

And it sure is funny

That my ma left off my name

When she sent my papers in.

But I got good teeth,

And my skin is clear and pale,

So the road doc don't squibble

Over tiny details...

Like my name.

Every other Saturday, I sit down with the Banko.

He counts up what I've cost him,

And pays me that what's left.

He has a sour look about him

Like he ate day old fish;

But I wear my smile,

And sit awhile,

And listen to him bitch.

(It's usually good for at least a fiver tip.)

In short, I think this life is funny.

Gavver wants me in the pikey.

Boss, he wants my work for free.

Walmart wants my money.

But none of em can wrest

My adventures from me.