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 corner unusual
Things are prone to wander...
When I was a young man
I was oft-times at the zoo
To trace the visages and
Forms of parrots and cockatoos...
It's over the hill now he goes
Pausing a while with the Pobble
Who has no toes
For your perusal,
Victorian days are so unsual...
Oh my aged Uncle Arly,
Sitting on a heap of barley
On his nosehis 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...
compositores: Al Stewart
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