How Pleasant to Know Mr. Lear

Lyrics
"How pleasant to know Mr.Lear!" Who has written such volumes of stuff! Some think him ill-tempered and queer But a few think him pleasant enough His mind is concrete and fastidious His nose is remarkably big; His visage is more or less hideous His beard it resembles a wig He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers Leastways if you reckon two thumbs; Long ago he was one of the singers But now he is one of the dumbs He sits in a beautiful parlour With hundreds of books on the wall; Hе drinks a great deal of Marsala But nevеr gets tipsy at all He has many friends, lay men and clerical Old Foss is the name of his cat; His body is perfectly spherical He weareth a runcible hat When he walks in waterproof white The children run after him so! Calling out, "He's gone out in his night- Gown, that crazy old Englishman, oh!" He weeps by the side of the ocean He weeps on the top of the hill; He purchases pancakes and lotion And chocolate shrimps from the mill He reads, but he cannot speak, Spanish He cannot abide ginger beer: Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!
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- Writers
- Edward Lear