My Uncle

I have an uncle,
Whose name is Pumblechook.
He is a huge-huge fat man,
with a mouth like a fish.
But he is really a bric a Brac,
And he is a real fool.
As he never does any work,
So he eats and eats a lot of food,
And he wears a cap like a little ridding hood's.

When he goes in his bower,
he sits reclined under a grove.
for he has time to stand and stare,
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

On the way if he meets me,
He always shakes hands with me.
It seems he feels a thrill of pleasure,
But I grieve at this.
For from his hand comes a smell of -
Trout and a pot pie,
I get irritated at this,
And always remain far from him.