Morning Song

All along the cold and gross canal

The gray-walled dwarf leaps high

Dwelling dark victorious

Silent with a cry

Morning, morning

On the ledge the leper walks

Soft-pawed, cold, lean and crisp

Telling jokes the old Jew told

Laughing with a lisp

Morning, morning

At the door, I stand and sense

Each picture in its frame

Seeking out, in each glance

The hunchback with my name

Morning, morning