He was out of the circle, eccentric like
Everybody in the circle was protected
And could run for cover
But Harry was an odd sock
From a dryer full of argyle
He was like a comic actor’s shoe
A light low-heeled slipper - but one
He tended to hang out alone - all one
But don’t get me wrong
He was bright and funny, just different
Maybe he was a tad naïve
Since he was a native from another place
That was probably it
We here in Thornhill probably didn’t know
That in Harry’s hometown of Regent Park
He was the reigning king
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