The Man with a Head like a Faberge Egg
The man with a head
Like a Faberge egg
Came calling on me today
His manner was sweet
His stature petite
And he really did dress rather gay
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He beamed a great grin
And he asked to come in
It was clear he would not go away
I’d just blinked my eyes
And I stood paralysed
As he threw himself over my doorway
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Then the man with a head
Like a Faberge egg
And face painted hard with enamel
Stretched his mouth open wide
Broke down shook and cried
Then fell to his knees like a camel
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It was pitiful to see
As he fought back the tears
Falling over the jewels on his collar
Which glistened and shone
Different colours every one
Light reflecting from one to the other
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Then the man with a head
Like a Faberge egg
Looked into my face for assistance
But as I stared back
His head it did crack
And he disappeared in that instance
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It’s not likely you’ll meet
Such a man on the street
But in the event you may do soon
Please kick his rear end
He’s no bloody friend
He owes me a sodding great fortune
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