This poor soul has looked till his eyes stand outAnd listened till his ears are immense;And though his mouth has grown large from talking much,He says never a word of sense.For his brain is so muddled, he never can think,Whate’er he may see, hear, or say,He was not made to understand,He is only a man of clay.
This poor soul has looked till his eyes stand outAnd listened till his ears are immense;And though his mouth has grown large from talking much,He says never a word of sense.For his brain is so muddled, he never can think,Whate’er he may see, hear, or say,He was not made to understand,He is only a man of clay.
This poor soul has looked till his eyes stand outAnd listened till his ears are immense;And though his mouth has grown large from talking much,He says never a word of sense.
This poor soul has looked till his eyes stand out
And listened till his ears are immense;
And though his mouth has grown large from talking much,
He says never a word of sense.
For his brain is so muddled, he never can think,Whate’er he may see, hear, or say,He was not made to understand,He is only a man of clay.
For his brain is so muddled, he never can think,
Whate’er he may see, hear, or say,
He was not made to understand,
He is only a man of clay.