Mr. Lear - Al Stewart

Mr. Lear - Al Stewart
How pleasant to know Mr Lear
How pleasant to know
At the end of the day he's near
With a portfolio 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 off 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
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
How pleasant to know Mr Lear
How pleasant to know Mr Lear