Friend

As I was going past Capstan's Well

I met a man in a woolen reefer,

A friend of my friend's.

What was his disposition?

He was bold as a bat

Blind as an egg

Bent as a lion, bald as a bird.

A singular complex of idiosyncratic qualities.

Then Jet me explain, said the man in the reefer,

I too am a friend of a friend and a dream of a dreamer

A classical character often.

And often beioved.