I met a man on the shoulder
His hair was all in a mess
I swear he did not look older
But he wore a sparkly vest

His chin was enshrouded in secret
Was it cleft, or dimpled or lacking
His shirt was covered in leaflets
From his shoes came sounds of quacking

So out of intrigue i asked of his name
He said in contained twelve colors
Roy, was not right, Oh! what a shame
Immediately i started to guess others

Is it Jeff, is it George is it Albert or Stan
How 'bout Andrew or Zeke of Phil
So, confidently he thrust out his hand
Which cleverly harbored a bill

Full of confusion i choked it straight down
He giggled, and smirked then screamed
Scared i jumped into the air to the ground
He twirled and spun, his eyes gleamed

Angrily i yelled not liking his game
He laughed and he skipped right away
I never discovered that awful man's name
Oh! what a wonderful day!