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<blockquote data-quote="Wombat" data-source="post: 2784144" data-attributes="member: 8447">How pleasant ot know Mr.Lear!&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; Who has written such volumes of stuff!Some think him ill-tempered and queer,&nbsp;&nbsp; But a few think him pleasant enough. His mind is concrete and fastidious,&nbsp;&nbsp; His nose is remarkably big;His visage is more or less hideous,&nbsp;&nbsp; His beard it resembles a wig. He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,&nbsp;&nbsp; Leastways if you reckon two thumbs;Long ago he was one of the singers,&nbsp;&nbsp; But now he is one of the dumbs. He sits in a beautiful parlour,&nbsp;&nbsp; With hundreds of books on the wall;He drinks a great deal of Marsala,&nbsp;&nbsp; But never gets tipsy at all. He has many friends, lay men and clerical,&nbsp;&nbsp; Old Foss is the name of his cat;His body is perfectly spherical,&nbsp;&nbsp; He weareth a runcible hat. When he walks in waterproof white,&nbsp;&nbsp; The children run after him so!Calling out, &quot;He's gone out in his night-&nbsp;&nbsp; Gown, that crazy old Englishman, oh!&quot; He weeps by the side of the ocean,&nbsp;&nbsp; He weeps on the top of the hill;He purchases pancakes and lotion,&nbsp;&nbsp; And chocolate shrimps from the mill. He reads, but he cannot speak, Spanish,&nbsp;&nbsp; He cannot abide ginger beer:Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish,&nbsp;&nbsp; How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Wombat, post: 2784144, member: 8447"] How pleasant ot know Mr.Lear!" Who has written such volumes of stuff! Some think him ill-tempered and queer, But a few think him pleasant enough. His mind is concrete and fastidious, His nose is remarkably big; His visage is more or less hideous, His beard it resembles a wig. He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers, Leastways if you reckon two thumbs; Long ago he was one of the singers, But now he is one of the dumbs. He sits in a beautiful parlour, With hundreds of books on the wall; He drinks a great deal of Marsala, But never gets tipsy at all. He has many friends, lay men and clerical, Old Foss is the name of his cat; His body is perfectly spherical, He weareth a runcible hat. When he walks in waterproof white, The children run after him so! Calling out, "He's gone out in his night- Gown, that crazy old Englishman, oh!" He weeps by the side of the ocean, He weeps on the top of the hill; He purchases pancakes and lotion, And chocolate shrimps from the mill. He reads, but he cannot speak, Spanish, He cannot abide ginger beer: Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish, How pleasant to know Mr. Lear! [/QUOTE]

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