Let's Find Out What Everyone Is Doing,

The Rain Is Plentious But, By God's Decree, Only A Third Is Meant For You And Me; Two-thirds Are Taken By The Growing Things Or Vanish Heavenward On Vapour's Wings: Nor Does It Mathematically Fall With Social Equity On One And All. The Population's Habit Is To Grow In Every Region Where The Water's Low: Nature Is Blamed For Failings That Are Man's, And Well-run Rivers Have To Change Their Plans.

The Critical Period Of Matrimony Is Breakfast-time.

The Portions Of A Woman Which Appeal To Man's Depravity Are Constructed With Considerable Care.

This High Official, All Allow, Is Grossly Overpaid; There Wasn't Any Board, And Now There Isn't Any Trade.

Harriet, Hi! Light Of My Eye! Come To The Pictures And Have A Good Cry, For It's Jolly Old Saturday, Mad-as-a-hatter-day, Nothing-much-matter-day-night!