In those old movies he got it right,
Used a chair as a prop, like no others
To our joy and delight
His appearance was sheer dynamite
We were laughing non-stop at the sight,
Of zany routines with his brothers..
His old films still repeat,
Right up there on the screen, our treat,
He greets..us....

With a song in his harp
Soft and slow, strumming marvelous strings
Famous clown, wit so sharp,
Liked to pull silly pranks - crazy things
Honked a large bulb horn,
And wore a trench coat..
Bad red wig, New York born
Early morn...

Though he had a great voice,
Harpo's act was to mimic and mime
Early on..brilliant choice,
In his films, never spoke, not a line
Comic genius, true
Gave a laugh, or two,
With a song in his harp..for you