Didicoy

Didicoy Silviu’s home was a caravan His father was a tinkerman The ragged, sad eyed little boy Was born to be a Didicoy Their carva rolled into the town Silviu saw the people frown No welcome mat for them awaited But he was used to being hated When he asked to join their games The children laughed, called him names ‘Why can’t I play?’ Inquired the boy They said ‘You are a Didicoy’ And so he wandered off alone Save for his dog named Raganbone His canine friend was ever true And he loved his master, Silviu He asked his folks 'Why should it be The township’s people don’t like me? Their friendship I would sure enjoy But they don’t want the Didicoy’ His mother told him not to fret She said ‘They are just jealous yet, Because we’re free to roam the lands Whilst they receive their tax demands’ They loaded up their caravan Departed town without a plan Two tinkers, one dog and a boy Who wished he weren’t a Didicoy