Anonymous Mr. Brown - The Cats

Anonymous mr.

Brown

Wakes up at dawn, puts a brown suit on

And a neat brown tie, matching his brown eyes

He’d been tidy, anonymous mr.

Brown

Anonymous mr.

Brown

Sings a little song as he strolls along

Through the flower beds, with his bag old bread

For the birdies, anonymous mr.

Brown

Mr. Brown doesn’t dare

To smile at the lady, sitting there

Feeding ducks, knitting away while she thinks: «Oh my

It’s a pity that he’s so shy», such a pity to be so shy

And the lady who feeds the ducks

Looks at mr.

Brown with her eyes cast down

Thinks: «Perhaps this week he might start to speak

For I love him, anonymous mr.

Brown»

Then one day, mr.

Brown

Noticed the lady wasn’t around

He enquired, found from the keeper, she tripped and fell

Sent some flowers to wish her well, lovely flowers to wish her well

And the keeper who keeps the park

Keeps a secret too, with the lady who

Never really fell, but he’ll never tell

They’re so happy that mr.

and mrs.

Brown