Vagabondage

Grass won't grow between his toes.
Spite will never lop his nose.
His restlessness evolves and grows.
Doesn't matter where he goes.
He just must be a vagabond;
Stay a while and then move on.
Carrying his magic wand,
Fairy dust to feed upon.

Ever searching for a thing,
Something worth remembering.
Grabbing for the golden ring,
Whisking off on feathered wing.
Those who are settled must beware.
First, he's here. Now, he's there.
Walking off without a care;
Oblivious and unaware.

Soar you ragged vagabond
Over mountain and beyond.
Taking off and taking on,
Battles to be fought and won.

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