A Most Peculiar Man

He was a most peculiar man. That's what Missus Riordon said, and she should know; She lived up stairs from him. She said he was a most peculiar man. He was a most peculiar man. He lived all alone within a house, within a room, within himself. A most peculiar man. He had no friends, he seldom spoke, And no one in turn ever spoke to him, 'Cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't care, And he wasn't like them. Oh, no ! He was a most peculiar man. He died last Saturday, He  turned on the gas and he went to sleep, With the windows closed so he'd never wake up To his silent world and his tiny room, And Missus Riordon says he has a brother somewhere Who should be notified soon. And all the people said, "What a shame that he's dead, But wasn't he a most peculiar man ?"