Mr. Blunt

The greatest showman of them all, short and bald

Writing sweeping poems with his hand

Pulls your heart, pulls your heart … out!

Shaking sawdust from his feet walks away

Room enough in pictures just for you

Walks away, walks away

And they called him

Mr Blunt

Show it all in colour in a room

Cast of thousands one and all on the move

Beats a drum, beats a drum

The greatest showman of them all, short and bald writing

Sweeping poem with his hand

Pulls your heart, pulls your heart … out!

And they called him

Mr Blunt

And they called him

Mr Blunt