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. Lear!<br /><br />Edward Lear<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-pleasant-to-know-mr-lear/
