[Title] 'The Whiskered Wanderer' [Verse 1] Underneath the moon's soft glow, A man with a mustache, a story to show, His whiskers, they dance in the breeze, A tale of the wanderer, with mysteries to seize. [Chorus] Oh, the whiskered wanderer, with a moustache so grand, Through the streets he roams, with a heart in his hand, Each step a verse, each sigh a song, A melody of life, where he belongs. [Verse 2] A shadow cast by the gaslight's flame, His silhouette, a frame, in the city's game, A hat tipped low, a smile of old, A moustache that whispers, 'Here's a soul untold.' [Chorus] Oh, the whiskered wanderer, with a moustache so wise, He dances with the night, under the starlight's guise, His journey's a poem, written on the breeze, A story of adventure, in the whiskers he sees. [Bridge] With every whisker's curl, a memory unfurls, Of laughter and tears, of love and of pearls, A moustache that's seen, through the years, A life of a man, with a heart that endears. [Chorus] Oh, the whiskered wanderer, with a moustache so bold, He's the keeper of tales, in a world so cold, His moustache a map, of the roads he's trod, A testament to a life, well lived and well told. [Outro] As the dawn breaks, the wanderer's tale, A mustache's whisper, in the morning's gale, A final note, a final bow, 'The Whiskered Wanderer', now you know.