mean mr mustard

Grasure Freed was a simple mind,

 

A simple mind in deed.

 

He would never eat his evening meal,

 

If there was another one in need.

 

He always put his best foot out to show the world his pride,

 

But Grasure Freed was a wicked man

 

Way down deep inside.

 

He would torture little puppies

 

And he’d stay out in the rain,

 

He’d give decaf to the yuppies

 

Yes he was the village bane!

 

He would go about knocking on doors

 

And then he’d run away.

 

He was indeed a simple mind

 

Until his dying day!

 

Now Grasure Freed is old and gray

 

His hair is falling out.

 

All he does is sit and yell!

 

Makes everybody pout.

 

His heart is cold and full of spite

 

And very very feeble

 

If you listen you can hear him shout:

 

Youth is wasted on you people!