British gypsy
I roam around the world on my feet,
Surviving the nature's cool and heat.
I go around without my British tea,
The forests are full of hopping flea.
There are so many people, I have met,
But the only loyal friend is my pet.
I go around in weather so bad,
But nothing makes me feel sad,
I am happy being a gypsy,
With no mode of transport,
And no place to live.
I have all to take but nothing to give.
Even under the deserts hot sun,
Nothing seems to take away the fun!!!!!
