How Pleasant To 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 Parlor, 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 Come 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!