How pleasant to know Mr. Lear

How pleasant to know at the end of the day he's near

With a portfolio that 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 oft-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 unusual

Oh my aged Uncle Arly, sitting on a heap of barley

On his nose his 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