Little rotten critters

A lonely hobo makes a friend From a fancy nano-paste... Down the tracks the hobos wend.

Careful crafting eyes attend In fear of any tragic waste: A lonely hobo makes a friend.

Up the hill, around the bend, A gently weaving path is traced; Down the tracks the hobos wend.

(Their friendly nature must depend On their maker's innate grace) A lonely hobo makes a friend.

They stop to eat some beans and spend Some time extolling on the taste. Down the tracks the hobos wend.

Although they hardly comprehend The life in which they have been placed, A lonely hobo makes a friend: Down the tracks the hobos wend.