64485: Mr. Philosopher

Old Mr. Philosopher
Comes for Ben and Claire,
An ugly man, a tall man,
With bright-red hair.
The books that he's written
No one can read.
'In fifty years they'll understand:
Now there's no need.
'All that matters now
Is getting the fun.
Come along, Ben and Claire;
Plenty to be done.'
Then old Philosopher,
Wisest man alive,
Plays at Lions and Tigers
Down along the drive---
Gambolling fiercely
Through bushes and grass,
Making monstrous mouths,
Braying like an ass,
Twisting buttercups
In his orange hair,
Hopping like a kangaroo,
Growling like a bear.
Right up to tea-time
They frolic there.
'My legs are wingle,'
Says Ben to Claire.