• The Traveling Man with Vials,
    has wandered for many miles,
    to sell his wares,
    nobody cares.

    He walks down the street,
    at the pace of his own beat,
    people give him evil glares,
    nobody cares.

    The man stops at the inn,
    some customers he wants to win,
    everyone asks how he fares,
    nobody really cares.

    The man goes door to door,
    each with his mobile store,
    a lock every door wears,
    nobody cares.

    So the Traveling Man left with his Vials,
    and there is no town for many miles,
    he might never sell a ware,
    he doesn't care.