Crowded streets, busy feet hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
Hopin' that you won't pass him by
Should you stop; better not, much too busy
You'd better hurry, my how time does fly
In the distance the ringing of laughter
And in the midst of the laughter he cries
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from you
Pretty pencils to write, "I love you"
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
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