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 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