Mr. Tumbleton

[Verse 1] In a village quaint and sunny, lived a man quite odd but funny, Mr. Tumbleton was he, with a hat as tall as could be. A feather pink, a sight so grand, on his head it did proudly stand, Taking words just as they came, literal life was his claim to fame. [Verse 2] To the fair with a wooden hand, he arrived just as planned, The mayor laughed, "What a sight!" as the villagers delighted in the light. Next, he watched the pies, with binoculars to guard the prize, Passersby couldn't help but stare, at the man with the earnest glare. [Chorus] Oh, Mr. Tumbleton, with your hat so high, Bringing joy and laughter as days go by. In a world so literal, you found your place, With a pink feathered hat, and a smile on your face. [Verse 3] In the village square, he danced without care, With moves so rare, the people could only stare. Mr. Tumbleton, oh so spry, beneath the open sky, His laughter a melody, that never seemed to die. [Verse 4] When the night was clear, and the stars drew near, Mr. Tumbleton whispered stories for all to hear. Tales of hats and feathers, of sunny days and weathers, His words like a tapestry, woven together with leathers. [Chorus] Oh, Mr. Tumbleton, with your tales so bright, You turn our darkest moments into light. With a heart so literal, and a spirit so free, You're the soul of the village, as everyone can see. [Outro]