Joe writes his song, and sings along,
helping the world and it shows!
A great poetical troubadour -
collector of coins to aid the poor.
Cap in hand, he stands there,
where the chilly winds blow.
Joe must be a hero...
for he truly has a heart of gold.
And the story of his kindness
will be read by warriors bold.
'Poverty' is a word we abhor
and who could do more to even the score
than this poetical troubadour?
An honour we now bestow.
It belongs to singer and writer of prose
'One of the crowd' called Joe.
He is helping the world and it shows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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