How pleasant to know Mr. Lear, br Who has written such volumes of stuff. br Some think him ill-tempered and queer, br But a few find him pleasant enough. br br His mind is concrete and fastidious, br His nose is remarkably big; br His visage is more or less hideous, br His beard it resembles a wig. br br He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers, br (Leastways if you reckon two thumbs); br He used to be one of the singers, br But now he is one of the dumbs. br br He sits in a beautiful parlour, br With hundreds of books on the wall; br He drinks a great deal of marsala, br But never gets tipsy at all. br br He has many friends, laymen and clerical, br Old Foss is the name of his cat; br His body is perfectly spherical, br He weareth a runcible hat. br br When he walks in waterproof white, br The children run after him so! br Calling out, "He's gone out in his night- br Gown, that crazy old Englishman, oh!" br br He weeps by the side of the ocean, br He weeps on the top of the hill; br He purchases pancakes and lotion, br And chocolate shrimps from the mill. br br He reads, but he does not speak, Spanish, br He cannot abide ginger beer; br Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish, br How pleasant to know Mr.