There was an organ grinder with a battered felt hat who wheeled a big box organ with wheelbarrow handles from street to street. He had a little monkey with a red cap, red uniform and a tin cup and he would stop every few hundred yards, rest the organ down on its front legs, put the monkey on the sidewalk and crank a brass handle to play old tunes you could always hum, but whose names you couldn't always remember.
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