The odd man who can’t speak,
Is not such a freak,
He just doesn’t know what to say.
If he opens his mouth,
Some words will come out,
But he’s frightened he’ll scare you a way.
He might say a joke,
Or talk about purple egg yolks,
But that’s not to say he’s mad.
To some he seems odd,
But he might just be God,
And his little old world makes him sad