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