mister thomas aphrodites child

A friend who s got daisies in his pocket Mr. thomas owns a red bike And his heart flies like a kite He gives a coin to the children, Who play war with wooden guns Mr. thomas remains at home When other people go to church In his always merge Mr. thomas gives in his papers But to me good news When the hills do glitter the river Where the can choose My grand uncle When he sees him says he s crazy And starts to grin My little lady poor mc kinball says: his head is made of straw Mr. thom