There once was a man from Peru,
Who dreamt he was eating his shoe.
He woke with a fright,
In the middle of the night,
To find that his dream had come true.
…..
A mathematical man, with hair quite neat,
Counted steps of cats and people he’d meet.
On King’s Parade, he’d stand,
With notebook in hand,
Staring hard at each passerby’s feet.
Robert Walker 