When Everyone Is Somebody, Then No One's

Oh, Wouldn't The World Seem Dull And Flat With Nothing Whatever To Grumble At?

As Is Gloriously Sung In The Gilbert And Sullivan Operetta "h.m.s. Pinafore," In The Words Of W. S. Gilbert: "things Are Seldom As They Seem, Skim Milk Masquerades As Cream."

When Every Blessed Thing You Have Is Made Of Silver, Or Of Gold, You Long For Simple Pewter.

It's True I've Got No Shirts To Wear; It's True My Butcher's Bill Is Due; It's True My Prospects All Look Blue - But Don't Let That Unsettle You.

Isn't Your Life Extremely Flat,with Nothing To Grumble At?