The Peddler (Male)

Scissors and needles and pins--pins and needles and tape!Autolycus come to life, but look how Autolycus grins!What's wrong with his mouth? You would say it's full of his needles and pins,It's all on one side with a kink, a kind of a twisted gape."Shell-shocked, lady, that's all. I was knocked pretty well out of shape;One ear's tore off, if you notice, for in one of them foreign innsA shell burst near to my shoulder; it carried off Sergeant Minns,And left me a sight for a circus, with a mug like a drunken ape.I'd do something else if I could for I frighten the children at times,Or else they run after me jeering and calling me nasty names,And their mothers don't like me disturbing their marbles and such-like games.And what do I get for it? Dollars? Not much, just nickles and dimes,Just sneering and knocking and mocking all day and from night to morn."Autolycus sighs at life and wishes he'd never been born.