He was a lonely travelerHis thumb stuck out in the cold,He was a lonely travelerDown the old road he strolled,He was a lonely travelerTrying to make his way home,He was a lonely traveler Then he found a little Gnome,He was a lonely travelerUnder the stone man sat a toad,He was a lonely travelerUntil with him the polliwog rode. Copyright 2015 Othen Cummings