A Man Is But An Ass Who

If I Can Wheedle A Knife Or A Needle, Why Not A Silver Churn?

To Sit In Solemn Silence On A Dull, Dark Dock In A Pestilential Prison With A Life-long Lock Awaiting The Sensation Of A Short, Sharp Shock From A Cheap And Chippy Chopper On A Big, Black Block.

In All The Woes That Curse Our Race There Is A Lady In The Case.

I Am The Captain Of The Pinafore ; And A Right Good Captain Too! . . . . And I'm Never, Never Sick At Sea! What, Never? No, Never! What Never? Hardly Ever! He's Hardly Ever Sick At Sea! Then Give Three Cheers, And One Cheer More, For The Hardy Captain Of The Pinafore!

Every Jack He Must Study The Knack If He Wants To Make Sure Of His Jill!