There is a funny fellow Who goes by every day: When sad, his voice is mellow, But shrill when he is gay. Despite of my endeavor To see him, though we've met I must confess I never Have seen his features yet. I know he pulls the thistles That grow along the lane, And pricks himself, and whistles To drive away the pain. And when the snow is falling So fast I may not see, I often hear him calling Across the fields to me. He certainly is funny, For, when I can go out, If it is warm and sunny He seldom is about. He sings to me, and makes me A [sleepy]1 child at night ; He sings again, and wakes me, At early morning bright.
M. Head sets stanzas 1, 3, 4, 6
1 Head: "happy"
- by Frank Dempster Sherman (1860 - 1916), "A funny fellow", appears in Little-folk Lyrics, first published 1897 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Michael (Dewar) Head (1900 - 1976), "A funny fellow", 1920, published 1925, stanzas 1,3,4,6, from Three Songs of Fantasy, no. 3. [text verified 1 time]
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Line count: 24
Word count: 128