There was an old preacher from E’town
who thought his remarks to be quite profound,
but his parishioners thought otherwise
likening his behavior to Clarabell, the clown,

who was also Captain Kangaroo often seen
with his good old pal Mr. Greenjeans.
Mr. Greenjeans and Clarabell/the Kangaroo clown
never visited Mr. Roger’s neighborhood ever so squeaky clean.

Mr. Rogers was a minister of Presbyterian persuasion
who humbly refrained from personal elevation.
Each day he put on his cardigan and tennies
and invited all to a sense of personal appreciation.

That old preacher from E’town
who thought himself so very profound
was a Presbyterian minister, too,
whose old sermons landed in the lost and found.

There was an old Presbyterian from E’town
who everyone thought to be such a clown
but he must have done something right,
because he let his kids visit Mr. Rogers’ T.V. town.

Now the old man may be thought a joke
but his kids now adults are of fine note.
They pat their old dad on the head
and tell him that he gets their vote

for being the best dad in the neighborhood
and just as great a guy as was understood
to be Mr. Rogers by most all kids
who regularly visited him in the neighborhood.