Mr. Lear Lyrics

How pleasant to know Mr Lear How pleasant to know at the end of the day he's near With a portfolio that daily features diverse creatures You open the book and it's true The world is a lot more mysterious than we knew Round every comer unusual things are prone to wander When I was a young man I was ofttimes at the zoo To trace the visages and forms of parrots and cockatoos It's over the hiil now he goes Pausing a while with the Pobble who has no toes For your perusal, Victorian days are so unusuai O my aged Uncle Arly, sitting on a heap of barley On his nose his faithful cricket In his hat a railway ticket But his shoes were far too tight How pleasant to know Mr Lear In Egypt, the first day of spring You're painting a watercolor, hoping the light will bring Guided by pens and inks, the pyramids and palms and sphinx When I was an old man I had a cat named Foss Now he's gone, I wander on With this unbearable sense of loss How pleasant to know Mr. Lear How pleasant to know at the end of the day he's near And if you should find him His world is dancing close behind him O my aged Uncle Arly, sitting on a heap of barley On his nose his faithful cricket In his hat a railway ticket But his shoes were far too tight How pleasant to know Mr Lear How pleasant to know Mr Lear How pleasant to know Mr Lear