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"How pleasant to know Mr.Lear!"       Who has written such volumes of stuff! Some think him ill-tempered and queer,       But a few think him pleasant enough. His mind is concrete and fastidious,       His nose is remarkably big; His visage is more or less hideous,       His beard it resembles a wig. He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,       Leastways if you reckon two thumbs; Long ago he was one of the singers,       But now he is one of the dumbs. He sits in a beautiful parlour,       With hundreds of books on the wall; He drinks a great deal of Marsala,       But never gets tipsy at all. He has many friends, lay men and clerical,       Old Foss is the name of his cat; His body is perfectly spherical,       He weareth a runcible hat. When he walks in waterproof white,       The chil...

Cold are the crabs that crawl on yonder hills Colder the cucumbers that grow beneath, And colder still the brazen chops that wreathe       The tedious gloom of philosophic pills! For when the tardy gloom of nectar fills The ample bowls of demons and of men, There lurks the feeble mouse, the homely hen,       And there the porcupine with all her quills. Yet much remains -- to weave a solemn strain That lingering sadly -- slowly dies away, Daily departing with departing day. A pea green gamut on a distant plain Where wily walrusses in congress meet--       Such such is life-- Edward Lear versión castellana: Gélidos son  los cangrejos que allá reptan por las colinas. Gélidos más aún los pepinos que maduran bajo tierra y todavía más gélidas resultan las descaradas chuletas ¡coronando el aburrimiento de filosóficas píldoras! Así, cuando el néctar llena con hollejo tardo anchas...