Classic Poem

It's absurd, I know,
to be so happy:
still worse, I know,
to be a fool:
and worst, I know,
to have no reason
to be so happy
without a sou.

Come search my pockets
and you can't find one:
still worse my home;
you'll find me poor:
and worst my credit;
you'll find me pauper.
To be so happy
without a sou?

Tobacco's gone,
but I am happy:
the next meal, where?
I'm happier still:
Absurd, I know,
but what can you do
that I'm so happy
without a sou?