no one invited him to dinner
no one invited him to tea
they laughed when he sat down at the piano
but he was just like you and me
they laughed when he stepped in a puddle
they laughed when he slipped and fell
they prayed for his soul on the lord’s day
so maybe it was just as well
nobody knows where he’s buried
or if he was washed away in the rain
he wasn’t the czar of russia
and he wasn’t the king of spain
he didn’t find a cure for cancer
or even the common cold
he had no sense of humor
and he never played tennis or bowled
he did not care for bright sunlight
and he was also afraid of the dark
he never did crossword puzzles
or fed the squirrels in the park
he was not much to look at
and did not have anything to say
but once in a while he hummed a sad tune
as he went on his unmerry way
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