Long Dong John, the Oneroa Busker

There is a man
who walks down my street
with an old guitar
and a hat full of plastic flowers.

And he catches a bus,
or he hitches a ride
into the village
to busk in front of the Four Square.

A few years back
his partner died of drink,
or impatience with life,
and the man's friends
had to stop him from taking
his own life too.

So they gave him the hat
full of plastic flowers
that will never wilt,
and never die.

And they told him to
keep busking,
keep busking,
and never die,

just like those
plastic flowers.